It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

H'oh boy... (image from azchildren.org)
H’oh boy… (image from azchildren.org)

It sure has.

Why’d I take so long to write something here?  The short answer:  life.

The long answer:  It seems between my cuckoo aspirations of becoming a journalist/author/YouTuber/all-around artistic douche and well, my cuckoo life now, I’ve come to some conclusions.

  • I’m never gonna be a writer.  Scratch that, I’m never gonna be the writer that I’ve idealized in my head for the past, oh, 25 years about.  These ebbs and flows of inspiration and drudgery are becoming tiresome and I no longer have the ability to entertain these flights of fancy, now that I’m married and have a child.  To (mis) quote the great law enforcer and statesman Roger Murtaugh,
I’m too old for this poop! (image from lethalweapon.fandom.com/wiki)
  • Because I’m too old for this poop, I no longer have the drive, hunger or guts that guys half my age have to pursue their dream as a journalist/author/etc./etc.
  • That being said, I believe I can still write.  I just can’t make a living out of it.

It’s possible that I’ve grown up and grown out of the entrepreneurial artist phase that a fair amount of my friends have found success in that, perhaps, that is not my path to take.  Although, I can never really ever rule it out.  That’s why I’m here, right now, typing this journal entry that, maybe only two or three of my friends will read, but I’m ok with that.

So, it’s a hobby of mine, a passion of sorts.  I’m hoping that telling myself this will take the pressure off trying to “make it.”  Perhaps if I write enough, run into the right people, make connections, continually push this site, write some more, get some readers and feedback, use that feedback to write some more, get some clout to finally have some motivation to create valuable (monetized) content and perpetuate that cycle over and over until I’m a halfway marketable writer.

Or, I just continue writing like nobody’s reading.  In the meantime, I gotta find ways to feed and clothe my family.

By Errol

In order of importance: Father, Husband, Aspiring writer, Graduate student, U.S. Air Force veteran.

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