In 2021, I write!
This is probably going to be wordy. Slightly all over the place. Maybe a bit incoherent at times. But, I have to start somewhere. I realized that I’m never going to find my voice if it remains stuck in my head.
I actually have a love/hate relationship with writing. When an inspiration strikes, I think about how I want to write it. Roll the words around in my head. And then…usually nothing. I’ll make an excuse. “I don’t have a place to write”. “No one is going to read this anyway”. “I don’t like the way it sounds”. And so I’ll drop it, only to have another thought on the next run, or the next shower, work it over, and let it go again.
I struggle with what my writing “brand” will be. Do I write about marketing topics? I have depth of knowledge, but it’s already my job. How about politics? I’m just an opinionated, slightly engaged citizen, so will anyone care? Food? I mean I love food, but writing about it makes it work, and then, not as fun. My girls and being a dad? Aren’t there enough Twitter feeds and blogs full of bad dad jokes, dad cliches, and mediocre advice? And so, I don’t write.
At the same time, I enjoy it. I enjoy telling a story and crafting a narrative of some sort. I like rolling ideas and thoughts around in my head, no matter the depth of meaning…anything from sports to politics to raising two girls to home repair. But alas, all you will find are a few sporadic tweets and a couple of Instagram posts about food. Nearly all of my LinkedIn activity is just reposts. And there are the defunct, I-never-bothered-to-archive blogs about Food, Homes, Marketing.
So, why do I think that 2021 will be any different? Why am I sitting here in front of a blank white screen, hacking out a few hundred rambling, probably incoherent words? Well for starters I’m avoiding work. It’s also something I’ve been thinking about doing for awhile and decided today is the day. It is the culmination of surviving 2020, having my wife gift me a book club membership that requires participation, and seeing others that create with an audience of one in mind. It’s this latter realization, that writing is for me (at least right now) that makes this easier. I’m my only audience. I’m trying to find my voice.
I anticipate that over the next few months I will fill this space with a variety of thoughts and ideas depending on what strikes me that day. Some may be political, so may be #dadlife, some may be marketing. Most will likely be rambling as I learn to refine my prose. Many will be incomplete. A few will be straight copies from my book club postings (or more in depth thoughts regarding those postings). But my goal is to write nearly every single day. And who knows, maybe at the end of the year I will have latched on to a theme, garnered a reader or two, and be building someting. Or maybe I will have 300ish random posts that will serve as nothing more than a time capsule into my life. Either way, I’ll have accomplished something.
And with that, I’m off to races, and looking forward to looking back on 2021, the year I wrote.