Recently, while on a business trip in Tennessee, i took the plunge and joined the world of twitter. I assume this either makes me a "twitt-ee" or a "twitt". I'm still trying to figure out all of the "@'s" and "#'s" and who to follow, how to follow, where to follow. My PR support manager at Basinger Design - Drew Sechler walked me through the first steps of the twitter experience. This was completed in the courtyard of a health care facility while waiting on the hospital folks to bring us the keys to a door so we could complete an additional task for the day. Seemed like a good use of time, at the time. Seeing as how i had so much time for the twitter, i figured why not join the world of blogging. Again, I've jumped into a world in which i have little experience. I've read a few blogs over the years, but not regularly. I'm sure there are rules to blogging which i will ignore out of shear ignorance.
Most people, with the exception of a few family members, would know that as a child growing up i did not want to be an architect, engineer, doctor, or fireman. I wanted to be a journalist. I had a small newspaper growing up. My mother thought it was a good way to keep my busy when i said that i was bored one summer. So i would commence to riding my green huffy bicycle to the neighbors house in our small community of Pleasant Village. I'd sit and talk with them, pen and paper in hand, for hours about what was going on, who was visiting from out of town, and capturing the news of the day that was important to them. I'd sit in the dining room at my house with an 8" x 14" legal pad i stole from my dad's stash downstairs in the basement. Once i was satisfied with my efforts, I'd have my mother make copies of the newspaper at work. I'd spend the next few days delivering the news and sitting down with these folks to get next week's stories. The real newspaper even did a story about me, and included a photo of me standing there in true 1980's fashion - floppy hair, short shorts, three stripe socks pulled up to my knees, a cool pair of pony shoes, and my green huffy bike with a basket my dad had attached to the bike. I ran across the clipping the other day, and re-read it a few times. The most humorous quote from the article, was that my favorites of the day was cub scouts, go-karts, and cross stitching. What a Renaissance boy.
That was around 28 years ago and while times have changed, much remains the same. I still love to write, although now it takes the form of a song, or short poems about the way i see things. Music is a huge part of me, as is the storytelling that goes along with it. Most folks that know me personally would wonder when i had the time to write anything since i tend to work more and sleep less than the average person. It's all about time... time management, or the lack thereof.
And so begins my blog journey... until next time.
