Does the world really need another blogger? Good question.
Clearly, this blog indicates that I’ve come down on the side of “Yes,” despite my misgivings on how exactly this little adventure was going to go. But why? Where did the madness start? To be honest, I’m still trying to figure that out myself. More than a year ago, this girl started taking her natural inclination to boss guys around (style-related questions being the least of it), and put it out there as a freelance writer/independent contractor for an online news/culture/lifestyle site known as Examiner.com. Writing about men’s style has been gratifying, interesting, and the reason why I became friends with this guy (which made the venture worth it, all on its own).
But really, writing that column was a bit like opening Pandora’s Box. Once acknowledged, however draped with excuses of “well, I’m doing it anyway at the Second [Retail] Job” and “it’s no big deal,” the Will to Write keeps asserting itself.
Carefully crafted Notes on the Book of Face and even more never published essays bubbled over and out of my mind likely a madly percolating coffee pot left out of the Sorcerer’s Apprentice sequence in Fantasia.
After three responses in short succession to the 2010 Christmas email made allusion to writing and related skills, a resolution presented itself. More like forced itself upon me really, promising to sit on my chest until I gave in. Quit being a chicken, and start writing. About the things you know. The things you love. The thoughts that swim around in that noggin’, begging to be free … or at least, heard. [… and deep in the recesses, I heard something my brother once said to me: “the only way you’ll surely fail, is if you never start.”]