So. One fateful day they sat me down and said, “what do you want to do when you grow up?” There was much debate, a scratch on the head, an “Erm” a “Well…” and finally, “a writer. Yes that sounds alright”
“Well, alright then,” they said, in a voice that come to think of it sounds a lot like Eddie Izzard.
Then 20 years later, give or take, they said, “oh right, so how are you going to go about that?”
So, there was a little more erming and fidgeting and I read some books on the subject. Then I got a job in marketing. Not because I read books on writing. They’re two separate ideas, keep up. And the marketing book had an idea called networking. And it made sense.
“Lovely,” they said. “That’s what you should do. Get a blog.”
“What on earth does a blog have to do with being a writer?” I demanded.
They knitted a sweater while my brain ticked, catching up.
“Oh, right. Writing. Blogging. Synonymous, eh? But, mysterious they, how can I blog without a clever blog title? Ah, gotcha there then didn’t I?”
They threw their collective, anonymous hands up.
Then, this happened. Tony lamented that with 5k ping, you could not kill anything on WoW. “Somtimes,” he said, “Somtimes I feel like real life has a 5k Ping,” and in his torment he breathed life into what had just been a sparkle in my eye.
So blame him if you need to.
“Somebody once asked
Could I spare some change for gas
I need to get myself away from this place
I said yep, what a concept. I could use a little fuel myself
And we could all use a little change,”
-All Star, Smashmouth