So, Iâ€™m Michael Phillips, and Iâ€™ll be honest, Iâ€™m nobody spectacular. Iâ€™m a writer, avid reader, movie whore, disco goddess. Iâ€™m constantly dissatisfied, restless, yet generally optimistic, in a dark sort of way. Does that make any sense? Possibly not, but weâ€™ve only just started. I have a whole week to make sense.
I mostly write short fiction, and I have a blog at lithiumcreations.com. The blog is pretty much a live memoir, a completely honest record of, well, me. I write about whateverâ€™s in my head, dark things, amusing things, frivolous things. The blog is always true, grammatically correct and typo-free.
The written word is really important to me, in fact, I communicate absolutely everything in writing. See, I have Spinal Muscular Atrophy (SMA). Basically, my muscles are pretty useless. I donâ€™t walk, I donâ€™t sit up, I eat through a tube in my stomach, I donâ€™t breathe without a machine. I run everything on my computer with my thumb, a switch and some assistive software.
Two years ago I choked on some pineapple juice while watching Dexter, passed out, died for a bit and woke up two weeks later with a tube in my throat. Aside from a few experiments, I havenâ€™t â€œspokenâ€ since. Writing, for me, is a passion and a necessity.
Iâ€™ll be here for awhile, writing about the various things that pop into my mind, some of which might even be interesting. I mean, I go to goth clubs wearing a shiny black shirt, and I died once. Iâ€™m bound to have a good story or two. Right?
Okay, I think that is enough for now, we have plenty of time.