Once upon a time Pope Francis summoned me, Teddy Idzik, to "go make a mess". So I am. At first I did this by blogging for three years, and now by bleeding my heart out and leaving it in the words that pour out. You'll find them self-published here, waiting to be read and reviewed by you. Enjoy.
I forgot to preface with something important that I was going to leave out but think you should know. I'm the worst self-published author you'll find. Worse than a scam, a sham! This sounds harsh but truth be bled I'm no Hemingway or Grisham or Rowling or Gilbert or the next great one to rocket the New York Times Bestsellers list. And if I was, who cares. I don't. Won't. Can't.
Maybe I should have prefaced the preface with a little more background. Something about other pursuits like loving to swim in Lake Simcoe and when in it fearing the lone bull shark that will eventually maraud up the Mississippi and into the Great Lakes of which this ice cold body of water is apart. I'm headed there now. God forbid I should encounter it or some other menacing species cause then I'll have to pray for the strength to gauge it's eyes out and should I survive, courage for the more daunting task of writing about it!