I’ve only been putting this off for what seems like years. I used to write prodigiously in high school and college. Even won a few awards. My teachers and professors encouraged me to write for a living. So what did I do? I went into the insurance business, that’s what. Yeah, real clever.
In the fifteen years that I spent in corporate America, something in me died, or at least went into a real deep coma. Certainly the creative muse seemed to leave me. And yet, it wasn’t completely dead. It was just under the surface, nagging me, gnawing away at my conscience, refusing to simply go away no matter how much I wished it would, making me feel guilty for neglecting it.
I heard about something called a blog. I dismissed it as a waste of time. Who the hell is going to read anything I write amid the endless cacophony of the internet? I had a lot of other rationalizations about why I shouldn’t bother, but it really came down to being just plain lazy, and maybe a little afraid as well.
This is where I have to thank someone. Some of you already know him through his blog here on WordPress, “Smoke and Mirrors“. His name is Mike, and I have the pleasure to be his coworker and friend. Mike has been encouraging me to do this for about a year now, so I’ve finally taken his advice.
This is the part where I’m supposed to say that it was Mike’s own wonderful writing as well as his nurturing encouragement that inspired me to take up the pen (keyboard?) myself. Actually, it was more like, “If Mike can do it, how hard can it be?” (This is where I’m supposed to put the little smiley thingey to show that I’m joking, but I haven’t figured out how to do that yet. Guess I’ll have to ask Mike to show me.)
In all seriousness, I owe Mike (who is a fine writer, btw) a debt of gratitude for not giving up on me and encouraging me, no matter how much I whined and made excuses. I do suspect he has an ulterior motive, though. I am probably one of the most opinionated people you will ever come across, and Mike is one of my favorite sounding boards, partly because he’s such a good listener and partly (I suspect) because he’s simply too polite to tell me to shut my pie hole, no matter how insufferable I’m being.
So now I have another outlet to vent my opinions besides poor Mike. Believe me, I will not be shy in expressing them. If you like what I write, I hope you will leave comments.
If you don’t like what I write…blame Mike.