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the informal journal

Name:
Thomas Fletcher
Birthdate:
18 December 1977
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We're both at a disadvantage when it comes to this bio. I haven't written as much as I would have liked over the last four five several years and most of the "good" stuff has been friends-only. So, I'm depending on these few paragraphs to draw you in. And you're depending on them to tell you whether or not it's worth sticking your own hands into my crazy. I make no promises that either of us will be successful.

I'm pretty generic on the surface. I'm in my mid-30s and married with a wife, a house, a career as a firefighter and a cat that came with the package. Of course, none of those things happened the easy way and none of them are remotely maintenance-free. I like to think that I "work smarter and not harder," but it seldom works out that way. I never seem to take the easiest or most logical path to get where I'm going. It's makes life difficult at times -- but there's always an interesting story to tell in the end. Every now and then, I tell those stories here.

I began writing online 13 years ago this summer after stumbling across the journal of a girl who poured parts of her heart out for the world to see. It was unlike anything I'd ever read before. I was instantly drawn to the concept. As luck would have it, I had a few things bouncing around in my own head that needed to see the light of day. The site that would become Deadline Pressure launched on June 2, 2000 and I found my way to LiveJournal a year later. My brain has had a franchise on the Web ever since. If your interested, you're welcome to fire up a webtini, sit back, relax, and read the stories as they fly through the air.



The Original Wednesday Night Lyric: "I wish I had a ticket for an airplane -- somewhere unknown. A place I'd not seen before. To a country with a language I can't even name. Where there's no phones. And no one to call anymore. I close my eyes and I think about the way it was back then. We were invincible. It was our time & our day. We were invincible. And no one can take it away." [Cowboy Mouth, "Invincible"]





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