Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Day 10 -- Why I'm Here
It turned out that I have dyslexic dysgraphia, a learning disability that I didn't discover until age 23. I did OK at school, but by now I've grown so creatively lazy that putting together a story seemed not only tedious, but incredibly daunting. Besides, I'm the kind of guy who goes to a party and can only manage to strike up conversations with the host's inbred gerbil and the guy who smells vaguely like bologna. I'm mostly dull, ornery and a tad North of Center (whatever that means). Those qualities don't usually translate into published author -- unless you're Nathanial Hawthorne.
But having a kid changed my outlook and made me re-examine my dreams. Up to that point the most significant thing I accomplished -- besides all that marriage and reproducing junk -- was being on a three man team that ate 42 bean burritos in a single sitting. I want to be some one the Princess looks up to. Her hero, not some dude who sits on the couch watching reruns of Quantum Leap on Netflix. How can I be a role model to my little girl without pursuing at least one of my dreams? And until they invent a personal inter-dimensional transporter or a man to fish translator, I guess I'll pursue writing.
So, after a year or so of prodding from the Queen, I put finger to key and Losing the Internets was born. At first the ides was to convince myself that creative writing wasn't some impossible chore and to possibly develop a personal writing style. Instead, I find myself writing for others instead of myself. The greatest joy that comes from this blog isn't when I finish what I think is a particularly witty post, but the reaction from friends, friends of friends, and (most of all) strangers. It's amazing the absolute thrill I get when someone likes what I wrote enough to hit share on Facebook.
That may sound insecure, but deep down don't we all want Mommy to hang our artwork on the refrigerator door?
Now I feel like I have to push myself to get better and faster at writing while growing this community. The 30 Days of Shameless Self-Promotion acts as my marathon, a test to see if I have the fortitude to keep going. Luke had to raise his X-Wing to get off Dagobah, The New Direction had to beat Vocal Adrenaline to win Nationals, Peyton Manning had to best Tom Brady, and I have to beat myself. And as dirty as that sounds,the 30 Days of Shameless Self-Promotion shall not overtake me. I will become a more concise writer. I will grow this audience. I will emerge the victor! Remember the Alamo!
Please note: My editor decided to fall asleep -- and snore loudly -- before this post was finished. If you find egregious errors, please consult the management.