Jim Miller appeared at the writers' group, bringing with him a notebook and a look of nervous anticipation. He had taken a class in writing at Macomb County Community College and decided that he wanted to be creative in a way that his current job with a large advertising wouldn't allow him to be.
"What did you bring?" asked Jon.
"I really..." he said, shuffling some papers.
"No, go ahead. Did you bring something?"
"I don't feel comfortable reading..."
"We're interested," said Jon. Jon tends to be more nurturing than I. I think I might have just asked him his blood type.
That was well over a year ago. Since then Jim has quit his job, moved to Florida with his family, and entered the Masters program to try for a degree in Creative Writing.
Jim is driven. He is often soft-spoken, quick to smile, and studies his environment with a keen eye. He is a smart man who enjoys discovery. He has a wry sense of wit.
The one thing about getting to know Jim which was most frustrating for me was that just as he and I were settling into a comfortable friendship, he moved. I miss him.
So visit his site. Read his work. Here's to Jim. I hope I kill him in fantasy football.