Michael Shannon Conley hates writing about himself in the third person because it is so obvious that he is the one writing flattering things about himself. But here goes. He has been a writer his entire life, making up stories and ripping off others as a young child. His smart alec asides, annoyed his teachers who told him to stay within the lines. Ignoring them, his work smothered in obscurity until he sold his soul to the local radio station where he began a career of creating :30 of disposable art amidst the mindless droning of mundane sales pitches. Eventually, the paint by numbers routine crushed the small bit of hope to which he clung. In a blaze of glory, he literally kicked out the Christmas lights and stormed out the door in search of truth and meaning. He found back breaking work with long hours and lost his passion for the written word. Years later, he emerged renewed, reignited, and remorseful for the wasted time. But here we are, or he is, whatever.
5 likes
