I always wanted to be a writer, an author, a word smith...ever since I can remember. I have done some tidbit writing. You know, like pineapple tidbits. Not the whole slice. Once upon a time I even got paid to do some writing for an online publisher and turned down a job as a copy writer for Overstock.com. But the big Kahuna; a book, novel, column or even a short story? Nope, nada, zilch.
I am getting old (definitely in dog years) and although I have wanted this badly I guess I have never wanted it more than life. I don't really want to stop living. But oh! if I could obtain. THAT would be life.
I think of myself as having a natural talent, if not a polished talent with all the grammar, punctuation and sentence structure. But I can't help wondering if I am like an American Idol contestant. You know. THOSE contestants. That guy or gal who says all their friends and family tell them that they have a wonderful voice. They sincerely, with all their mind (doubtfully a right mind) think they can sing. And then they do and we cringe and squirm and turn our eyes away from the screen. They are shocked, dismayed even angry when they are stopped, buzzed or in any other way told they can't sing their way out of a paper bag. (By the way how DO you sing your way out of a paper bag?)
Well writing a blog is a bit like that. Except there are more than 3 of you (hopefully) and you all don't say "yo dog" all the time (even more hopefully). So get your buzzers ready (I've got my paper bag). Shrug on Simon Cowell's cynicism and get ready to weigh in.
