You may have noticed that I can easily find something to do when I have a typewriter and an hour to kill. I know it will seem strange to some of my friends and to others it makes perfect sense – I do love writing. Whether you are alarmed, pleased, afraid, or just amused, know that I have always enjoyed writing and creating, I just haven’t always expressed myself this formally. It seems that the older I get, the more I enjoy rambling about literalogically. Don’t even try to look that word up, I just made it up.
If you have been one of my Facebook friends then you already know that I spent a good bit of energy this summer writing about a long-time elected official who poked at me long enough until I exploded with a series of investigative vignettes exposing a long history of public corruption. It wasn’t fun, it wasn’t particularly valuable, but it was incredibly fulfilling. Honestly, I don’t know how valuable it was because I truly believed he would get beat handily anyway. I just grew tired of him attacking my family for no reason. You know what I usually say about that…”when someone hates you for no reason, give that motherfucker a reason!”
Well, I did that pretty effectively and in the process I gained a couple hundred new Facebook friends. Most of them were enjoying the posts and patiently waiting for the next entry. Some were just curious and a few others were spy’s who were gathering intelligence. But regardless of people’s motivations, the whole process renewed a spark of enthusiasm for writing which had, in some ways, only surfaced when I needed to write technical papers, zoning ordinances, police reports, training manuals, business and bid proposals or professional letters. The encouragement I received was a little bit intoxicating and I was admittedly becoming somewhat obsessive over my desire to keep people informed.
After the election was over and the tyrant was defeated, it left me a bit deflated. I had become accustomed to being committed to a cause which was no more. Then, as if on cue, my son called me for a pep talk. That conversation led me to writing down some inspirational ideas which were tailored to his journey and after posting it on my FB page, I realized that others were finding some nuggets of useful stoicism here and there. Suddenly, people were asking me to start a blog. Personally, I know there are much better examples to follow than anything I could conjure up about myself. But, much like contemporary art, it’s not always the art itself that people find most interesting, sometimes it’s the colorful interpretations or how its framed.
That said, I have no idea what will come next. Will it be more inspirational ideas or will it be about the law, technology, firearms, local issues, politics, travel, humorous topics of the day, or just plain sarcasm? I have no idea. But whatever it is, I hope that you will at least enjoy it enough to subscribe for more. It’s highly likely that the ensuing dialogue will provide far better and more entertaining insights than anything I could have ever written about. Plus, it’s worth every penny you’ll paying for it.