So I am officially becoming a blogger. This will give me something interesting to muse over while at work. It will also prevent me from acting on my daily impulse to walk into the boss's office and quit my job. So really, this is a good thing for all those concerned.
Anyway, I am a frustrated writer. All that means is that to me, writing is a labor of love. I have countless scripts, books, short stories, poems etc. that currently exist in one of two places, my head or my hard drive. Since neither are readily accessible to the general population, I qualify as a frustrated writer. I will not classify myself as "tortured artist" since the real reason that I have never had anything published is a direct result of my laziness. I never finish anything. So in an attempt to let some of the creativity flow, I have decided to blog and subject you all to my warped imagination.
I believe that is a good enough intro for day one. I can't give away all of my secrets and neurosis right off the bat. This is only Act One.
Friday, September 16, 2005
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You describe my life so vividly, I'm not entirely convinced you are not me. Get out of my head!
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