The Unfinished Ballad

Two people have been joined together for just less than a year. They share the same catastrophes, loneliness, loss, and even know each other...and yet they have never met. One fatal night changed their lives forever, linking them in a way two people are seldom linked and you never thought imaginable. In a single night Jeff lost everything important to him. The tragedy made him quiet, reserved, he kept to himself and his music, appearing suicidal to the outside world. He removed himself from the public eye. He knew though that his life would be changing soon...he knew she was coming and that all would be great again. On that same tragic night, Lynna was scarred, for what would seem like an eternity. She became afraid of what people might think or say, so she hid, staying away from people. There was no hint as to the flip her life was about to make, and definitely no way to stop it. Their entangled lives slowly unravel themselves, throwing evils at them from all directions. Just when everything has happened you thought could happen, life seems to uncover more surprises for these two estranged people. Though surrounded by death, harm, deceit and betrayal, Jeff and Lynna still manage to steal away those happy moments they so desperately need. This is a story about tragedy and love, sacrifice and love, music and love and above all...soul mates and their unconditional, undying love.

In trying to write my bio I asked myself over and over what people really wanted to know about me. Is it like vital statistics, birth place, parents or just why I like to write, or is it more why I chose to write a particular story? If I knew all the answers, then my mother would know more about me as well. I’ve always had a passion for the written word. In buying books I found that I always had to smell the book first before I bought it. I would read the excerpt, open the pages to somewhere in the middle and take a good long whiff. It’s like touching something; it gives you more of a personal connection. I’ve always been fascinated by paper and ink, calligraphy, etc. There’s something about watching a good piece of parchment paper soak up the ink. Writing to me is like a good form of expression as most writers will tell you, but for me it is so much more. It was so much more when I finally chose to write ＂The Unfinished Ballad.＂ It was a chance to mourn. Writing is like giving yourself a chance to relate to something you’ve always wanted to and never could. One day I just sat down and started writing and before I knew it, it was done. However with ＂The Unfinished Balled,＂ I felt as if someone was egging me on the whole time. When I’d get stuck trying to recall an incident or situation that had taken place, suddenly I could smell his cologne and everything would come flooding back. Whether a writer, singer, dancer or an artist in any form, if your every waking moment is about that which you so desire to do or be...just do it or be that. It’s all about you and no one else. If I could just sit and write all day...oh, wait...I do.