So this is it. The final draft, the final post.
The final attempt to hide behind a name that came from nowhere. So unexpected like snow in the middle of spring in Utah.
A name that took me no time at all to come up with, but a name that helped bring out the writer in me.
A name that I felt comfortable using, so I could publish my work as someone else. Some imaginary person to hide behind.
A person who dragged the lines of poetry out of me, to the keyboard, to the computer screen, and displayed to the reader. Taking time to read my post.
But now it’s time to get back to reality. I don’t need Tobias Madblood to show people what I write. I can stand for myself, and share the feelings that live in my heart and brain.
So thank you reader, but my name isn’t Tobias Madblood.
I am Mason Watts. A phoenix reborn in the ashes of my writing.