In the short history of blogs the subject of what to write about has graced the screens of many a computer and tonight I can promise nothing different.
This blog, I hope, will be that thing that makes me communicate more. The thing that ultimately inspires me to pen short stories, poems, songs, riddles. I'm desperate at this point.
Here's a little description of me. During the week I lay out news pages, and sometimes I write stories and take photos.
Since journalism is a dying art, I'm studying to be a teacher. Years ago, the state and the generous student loan people would have graciously paid (or fronted) the cash required to obtain a teaching degree. However, I decided that I should get out there and really try to be a writer.
So far I've survived, but what do you write about when there's no ambulance window or local charitable knitting circle in sight. Moreover, who finds the drama in this mundane news paper copy?
Every writer, I hope, has a moment of doubt before pounding out that well-planned plot. But, they at least have some direction.
The author of this blog has no direction. My characters are interesting people, but they don't have lives that make for fiction.
Sometimes I tell myself that I should make a dash for Europe. Then, maybe, I'll have adventures to translate into a lie that tells some truth about human nature. Readers will shake as my brilliant revelations roll on rhetorical magic carpets through their subconscious.
If only I had the damn plot.
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