Taking a deep breath, the relaxed but slightly nervous author Robin Ray pets his cat Missy and embarks on his hew adventure. He doesn’t know what awaits him in the darkness. As a matter of fact, he’s not even sure why he wants to venture forward. There must be some seed already planted in him that’s beginning to blossom into a stately literary oak. Or maybe its years and years of angst buried beneath his troubled mind that gives him no pause. For some unknown reason, he must let it all out. Yes, he knows some of it won’t be pretty. In fact, he knows some of it will be ugly. Still, he’s arrived at the crossroads, the point of no return. From this day forward his soul will be like an open book, a parchment or scroll prepared to be mounted like a pirate’s ship, drank in like a fine wine and devoured like a king’s feast. This will be his blog, the Writings of an American Author.