Why I’m going to write

After twenty two years of making excuses to myself and everyone else around me, I find that a full year at a job which was a terrible fit (like trying to put a glove on my foot) is motivation enough to write. Really write and keep at it. All my life, I’ve done some form of writing. It’s been one of those things that comes naturally to me. It’s a lot like a boner, in a sense. Not at all convenient, and doesn’t always kick into action when you need it, but when it does, it can be quite fun. Writing to me has always been a big part of life, great for helping a range of emotional turmoil.

I’ve always known it’s something I’ve been passionate about, but I’ve always been the person who write privately and prefers to keep it that way. In the past, after a whimsical decision to become an author, I attempted to write a full novel, never mind that it was terrible and I never did get around to finishing it, but the truly sad part was that this too, has always been something written in private and definitely not shared with anyone. I suppose a fear of criticism, or worse, indifference has been instrumental in my non-committal pursuit of writing. But I’ve reached that point in my career (I've been working for almost a whole year now. I’m sure that’s enough) where I realise that my ability to perform well at mundane and repetitive tasks that are either serving no real purpose or earning someone else money, is shit.

So I decided I want to write. Not that I expect to make a killing (or even a living) off this. Mainly because I find it quite therapeutic and quite frankly, I just want to start putting my writing out there. If you've gotten this far in the article, I hope it means that I can safely assume you’re going to read more (of this blog), and I feel as a good human being I ought to warn you, this blog is going to be a huge mess. Spewed across it will be the contents of my brains. I’ll talk about string theory and black holes; V-Twin engines and the RC8r; social injustice and equal rights; legality and fairness; baking recipes and cocktail dinner ideas; I could go on, but I imagine you get the picture. I can't promise you much, but I can promise you, that if you listen, you maybe might learn something. Or, you know, have a good laugh at the poor idiot having a mental breakdown on the internet, but let’ not talk about that. In any case, welcome to my blog. Where we (I) write, because I can.

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