Little About Aaron, the ‘New Guy’

I’ve always shied away from calling myself a ‘writer.’ As a Montana resident, the mountain steppe lands of central Montana to be more precise, any talk of being a writer might get you corralled into a holding pen and forced to ‘squeal like a pig,’ under duress of a molten branding iron. And luckily my fondness for farm animals never came to fruition as expected by my peers, so I …