For My Best Friend

I’m going to get a shot this morning and I’m leaving in about… well, right now. So I figured I’d take this untaken moment to write about why I am here. Blogging. About? Nothing?

My overall goal is to become a better writer. Though I might talk all the time about not knowing what to do for the rest of my life I would love to be a writer. That’s my passion.

I enjoy waking up every morning, drinking my coffee, eating my two eggs and low fat turkey bacon and thinking about what to write for the day while responding to my emails and facebook messages. I don’t have many, but it’s enough for me to handle.

If a person, of any sort, wants to be world class at anything they need to put in a lot of time for their profession. Bill Gates might have dropped out of college but he spent thousands of hours, from the age of 14, programming. Shakespeare first started writing plays early in life, but his first plays weren’t very good. The ideas were good and they were there, but it wasn’t until Hamlet, when he had already put thousands of hours into his writing, that he actually had a play that met all of the requirements and pushed the envelope. Each play that he wrote throughout his career got better and better. It comes with practice.

Anyway… I need to get a travel mug of coffee and brush my teeth. SO I will leave with this (for my best friend).

1. I’m sorry that I stole your life.
2. The oil spill is crazy and we should never buy from BP again because I don’t care what anyone says, BP wasn’t paying attention to their workers and their workers screwed up and I hope the people responsible for the oil spill are helping clean it up and then looking for a new job. I know, I’m harsh.