Working on it...

“Either write something worth reading, or do something worth writing.”

- Benjamin Franklin.

Thanks, Ben, for kicking me in the face.

I’m writing already, ok?

I wanted to write science fiction, but Joss Whedon so trumped my hand on that one that I’ve not picked up the genre since.

I wanted to write about technology, but now I work in the field, and besides being overloaded with it every day, I really can’t thanks to some prime NDA’s I signed.

I wanted to write about sports, but the Broncos won the Super Bowl and Elway retired and I realized that I’d seen it all when it comes to football, and Roy and now Sakic are gone so there goes Hockey, and the Rockies are great, but until they top Rocktober, I just won’t be able to be excited enough to write about sports.

I wanted to write about politics but despite (or perhaps because of) my involvement and interest in the last elections, I have come to see it for the circus of a runaround that it really is, and can’t devote myself to it.

I wanted to write about theology and philosophy but given the events of the last few years, I find the words that come are angry and spiteful, and that does the discussion no justice at all.

I wanted to write about an aimless wanderer because I felt that my writing was aimless and wandering, but the story went nowhere because it had nowhere to go.

I wanted to write about all of these things, and so many others, because they are the things others have done, the words others have written, the stories others have told. Well, truth be told, this is why I’ve failed. I’m hiking on someone else's trail...

“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thanks, Ralph, for punching me in the gut.

I’m working on it, ok?