I'm not really sure it's in the writing department.
I'm not sure where it is.
I intend to explore the mediums.
There is something not just calling to me, but really beckoning me to do some kind of work, as it has for all this time.
It's not writing (too frustrating) It's, I just don't know what it is.
Sure I can write, but my feelings and expressions bruise, they mangle, I write like I train, I am generations of intention to survive, and that is uncompromising.
My ideas launch themselves as uncompromising predators, and the system reacts to protect itself.
My choice is to make a steady diet of my opponents and thrive on it, or starve my own protective instincts for my organization, my family.
Why do my opinions bruise and mangle? Is it my colleagues' inability to adapt? am I asking too much?
Surely my colleagues are at least as intelligent and inquisitive as I am... if not..
I can read and understand every word of the Fascia Research Congress.
I don't have a college degree, and I can still out-phrase anyone who does, in my specialty. If I can't, I can at least ask intelligent questions. BTW, there are no college degrees in in connective tissue in the US. We are WAY behind the times.
Wikipedia is your friend, and it's best you got caught up ASAP.