Phillip Bomar

In the game, we call life, (not so much of a game to me, but that’s a common view ) many rush to cross the finish line, known as success. I was born November 15, 1951 and joined life’s race like the tortoise, plodding alone for the same goals.

My climb for personal happiness began at 12 year old when I learned to play the trumpet. Creativity was the beginning of my personal fulfillment. Even though the seed of creativity was new to me at that age, I knew that this was something I could always keep.

Then came the introduction to literature at Bishop College and later Mountain View College. I found that freedom connection in literature that existed in music. I thought I could express myself like those authors did when that happened. By understanding that certain boundaries had to be observed to master a this new found creative expression, I later tried writing.

While struggling with my writing as a single man living alone, (and no formal guide to help with that new founded way of creativity ) I enrolled into Southern New Hampshire University, an online writing course. For this reason, enrollment to Southern New Hampshire University is responsible for my recurrent creativity. The creative writing class at SNHU reminded me of playing my trumpet each time I write something new.

Creating character sketch, writing poems, short stories, and scene developing made me improvise within certain boundaries (sometimes like in music, violating rules in writing is like playing a wrong note on the horn.) of the creative writing world. The rules I observed are old and new to me; not yet second nature like the creative instinct I have for music. But in time, I will make the creative bonds that I understand between music and literature happen. Besides, I think the road to success the speedy have enjoyed, is their experience. At the some tine, my race to the finish line will continue. After all, my thinking is, “Slowly does it every time.”