Samuel Gerard

"To produce art is to be able to express an understanding of the universe in a way no one else ever could, or ever will again."

I know I am actively contributing to an inundated market of contemporary authors, that all one needs to be published today is a keyboard and an internet connection. I know, as well, writing a novel is even worse than having a Twitter. Instead of short catchy quips, I'm subjecting anyone who will engage to organized, exhaustive, and nuanced collections of my unabridged thoughts. Yet Dear Michelle exists, my other work exists, and in the future, I hope I will upload more.

Thus, despite the staggering amount already available, new content comes, and will continue to. Its demands on attention will only be measured against the wealth of words available then, now, and soon. Whether I've added mine out of desperation or determination, I've yet to determine. It seems to me artists are rarely appreciated in or after their time, anymore. In the frenzy of modern creation, they're appreciated in too short a time.

Still, I insist my own individuality.

In my own experience, this page, my books, exists because of the nights I can't sleep until I've dumped what's keeping me awake into Microsoft Word. My first novel (in production) exists because I was an insomniac for a few months. Dear Michelle exists because memory is a fickler friend with every passing hour. There may alreayd be infinite words written, but I'm combining my own in ways I want to see because I'm writing stories that I want to hear. They wouldn't exist otherwise. Call it ego, call it hope, call it naivety, but I share mine in case they match another's, in case someone else might read what they've always wanted to.

We're all a little lonely, yet, maybe, in what we write, we'll both feel it a little less.

Thank you for taking that chance.