Salvo

Greetings.

My job is a job. My job is how I make my money. Money is how I get to not type this is Starbucks, but in my own house on my wife's computer.

If you have a job, you do not have a career. If you have a job, you probably don't have hope either. If you don't have a job, you may not like me.

This is not a disgruntled employee blog. Though some entries may be elicited from things I encounter at work, that will not be the central subject matter. This blog is my anti-job. It is a respite. I like to write. At some point I thought I may have a career in it, be either advertising, print, web, television. Aside from a smattering of inspired moments (a workshop here, a class there) I have done little to shatter my self-imposed glass ceiling.

I am starting this blog today because I want to discover why it was that I loved writing so much. How do you do that? Write I guess. Write a lot. Write about something. Write about nothing. Write about the mundane and make it interesting. Write about the interesting and make it engrossing.

I want to be a writer. I am a grown up and I want a career. You can take this job and shove it (hypothetically, since I would like to be able to support myself until I start this career).

This is The Opine. I'm writing. Again.

p.s. I will be contributing to my other irregularly scheduled blogs. Sorry I've been negligent. Practice is practical.