 I appreciate your interest in my work. I hope you find it entertaining. My name is Robert Adamovich and I have been writing in one form or another since I can remember. I recall the first story I ever wrote titled, 'Spring'. It was written in a small pocket sized notebook when I was in the first grade. During grade school I along with a friend produced handmade comic books. He would do the art and I would do the writing. We weren't that successful but we had fun all the same. I won a few writing contests during my youth and gave the 'Our Future' speech at the 8th grade graduation ceremony. My high school years were spent in a semi drug haze and writing took second place to a joint and a beer. My loss. I began to write in earnest after school and when I had more time and desire to write. I met a brilliant man that encouraged me to pursue the creative side of my personality. I began to paint and write and see the world in a completely different light. For the first time I saw what the world was really like in all its glory and all its filth and poverty. It was all good fodder for a creative mind and I tried to make the most of it. I started to develop my creative skills, writing, art, etc... I found that rejection letters were a part of a writer's life and if saved I could wallpaper my walls with them. Discouraged I gave up writing again for a while. I was unable however, to stop writing. Stories kept bubbling up and had to be put to paper or they would soon be shoved out of the way by the next idea. I was married for a while and divorced soon after, so I had time on my hands once again. I was going to try and be practical this time. I had to make up my mind as to what I was going to concentrate on. Going back to school to learn about computers and have a 9-5 future or write and hope to be published and make a few bucks. The practical me won the arguement and I enrolled in school. I had a knack with computers and began to be promoted at work which, between school and the added responsibilities of work, left me with no time for writing. Even still the writing bug infected me again and I wrote a story for a contest at the college. I wound up winning 1st place in my catagory. The prize was a fully paid weekend at a writers conference at a Wyndam Hotel, all expenses paid. I had a great time and met a few writers and sat in on a few lectures. I must say writers are the quirkiest group of people. After that I published a story in a British small press magazine, my first story in print. When I received my payment of one free copy of the magazine and saw my name and story title in the contents for the first time I simply beamed. I showed off my success to my friends and enemies at work and they all gave me praise and kudos. I was really proud of my accomplishments, but soon work and school took over my time once again. Much time passes between then and now and I am back writing again. I now realize that I can't live without writing in my life, not to mention the arts; music, painting. If you find yourself in a similar position you just have to face facts. You will not be happy until you write and write and write. And who knows, you might get published somewhere in there. Good luck.     
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