So here’s the thing, sometime back in my early twenties I was hauling a pallet of freight through the warehouse of one those “Big Box” retailers. I was working nights there as a stocker, you know your typical night-stocker, and I was thinking about what I wanted to do with my life. It struck me at that moment that I wanted to be a writer. Now, this wasn’t a bolt from the blue. I’m sure I’d had thought before, but this is the earliest and clearest memory I have of making that conscious decision.
At the time I was in college and working on a history degree, and I knew two things for certain:
- Because of my degree, my career prospects were going to be limited, and…
- I sure as hell did not want to spend the rest of my life lugging freight and stocking shelves in some retail store.
That night I went home at started this very blog. Back then I figured this would be my first step into literary fame and fortune. As I said this was my early twenties. You can’t fault me for being naive.
I’m now thirty. I kept up with the blog for about a year, maybe a year and a half. Back then I tried to run it as a gonzo-style, political journal because I fancied myself a modern day Hunter S. Thompson. God, that’s embarrassing to admit. But I ran out of steam pretty quickly. Eventually, I forgot this thing even existed.
I may have dropped the ball on blogging, but I’ve done pretty well for myself overall. I spent about nine years at that retail job. Not stocking the whole time. After a while, they force you into management, but that place was never for me. So I quit and got an office job. That job really wasn’t for me, so I quit again. Now, I’m teaching which I really enjoy. I also got married to the love of my life which I count as an accomplishment because, I mean, it took a lot of convincing to get that chick to marry me. Oh, and not to brag, but I’ve been published since then. Over time, I’ve never lost that desire to write, and when I turned thirty I realized, hey, I’m gonna die someday so if I’m ever going to do this I better start now.
Then I remembered this blog that I started however many years ago, and I thought this might be a good place to chronicle my ‘writer’s journey’ (that sounds really lame but I can’t think of a better way to word it). So I’m back at it. Am I a great writer? No, but I try. I do a lot of research, mostly about fiction writing, and storytelling, and I plan on sharing what I learn here.
So if you, like me, have long dreamt of becoming a professional writer I invite you to read and share what you’ve learned. I hope to pick up a few followers along the way, and it’d be nice to get a whole community-vibe going in here. I’ll try to update at least once a week, and share some of what I’ve learned, but for now, I’m going to wrap this post up. Thanks for reading!