About me? Well, then. On the surface (or IRL for all you old school chat room types), my name is Frank Marsh and I live in Broomall, Pennsylvania with my wife, Nicole, our two human children Cara and Natalie and our two feline children Pandora and Roxy. Not to mention the newest addition to our family, Lucy the Fish. I am a husband, a father, a homeowner and a working stiff, as well as a writer, an eternal optimist, a hopeful dreamer and an avid sports fan.
I’ve been writing since I was a child and am about to publish my first book, ENDWORLD – A NOVEL. I started it when I was 19 years young (I’m now a shade under 38). It’s been a long road to get to this point, and I’m grateful to everyone that supported me then and supports me now.
As for the whole “Madchronicler” thing? Someone once said–back when my brethren and I were all incarcerated in State Pen, Pennsylvania (otherwise known as State College/University Park to the majority of the populous) that something I had written sounded “insane, like something written by a mad chronicler.” The name? It stuck. I’d say that the Madchronicler is my alter ego but that would be me, adding mystery where none exists. In truth? We’re one in the same, he and I, though one fancies himself a storyteller and the other? Well, he fancies himself a pseudo-madman. He’s the guy that does the majority of the writing on this blog.
I should note for anyone new to my subjective reality that I’m not ashamed of who I am or what I have to say. That has always been both a blessing and a curse. As you will see, I write what I feel like writing when I feel like writing it. Hence the title of this blog, “Random Musings of a Pseudo-Madman Version 2.0.” I try like H-E-double hockey sticks not to offend people but if I do? I apologize in advance and appreciate your patronage, even if said patronage is only a one-off stopover.
If you’re intrigued… if you’d like to know more, I invite you to read on. But as you delve deeper in to my psyche, remember the words of Robert Kennedy in 1968. In many ways, they sum up who I am now, and who I want to be one day.
“Some men see things as they are and ask why. Others dream things that never were and ask why not.”