Welcome to My Home!
Good evening. Or morning. Or afternoon, whatever it may be when you get this.
Welcome to my online home. It means the world to me that you’ve even taken the time to open the door and peek inside. I hope I can bring you whatever value you come here seeking.
If you don’t see it, please let me know.
I have created this space as little more than a journal for myself, as I start my journey into writing as more than a passing muse. To date, I’ve written a few dozen articles, all published on Medium. It was early this evening that I sat down and realized that I had been making about $14 an hour to write thus far.
That’s coming from nothing. With no formal training (outside of a Finance degree and the cirriculum it takes to get there). And, perhaps most ecouragingly, not a single follower.
See I didn’t start with an email list, nor a massive Twitter following (I think I’m at 5 there, to date). I just started writing one day.
One of my first articles, on alcoholism, did okay – I made $100 off of it. It would appear that was just enough to start to move the mountain of self doubt, and start my adventure to realize my dream of becoming a writer.
I am a writer. It’s a weird thing to say, and if I’m being honest, I still don’t completely buy into it. I am a sever, a bartender, a mortgage broker, a boyfriend, a father… but a writer? Who am I to claim that title? Just because I’ve pushed a few words out and they have netted me a tiny sum of money, does that make me a writer?
No, I don’t think it does.
What I do think makes me a writer is the boldness to assert that I am. While I remain a bartender (as soon as this plague is through with us), boyfriend, father, I am also a writer.
Because I deem it so.
So hopefully this is the … scratch that… this IS the first post of a long journal that I will always be able to look back on, and see how I’ve changed and learned.
A place to drop half baked ideas, some which I will revisit, others left behind.
A place to connect with those in the craft, or those thinking about getting into the craft.
But really, this is just a place for me. And while I now commit to making writing more than a muse, I set aside this space to do just that – muse about this adventure.
And it really does mean the world to me that you care enough to be here.
Have a seat by the fire, pick a book, and let’s let words become worlds.