The last time I wrote anything substantial and stuck it up on this site was 570 days ago, give or take. That’s pretty pathetic. I pay for this site; both the URL and the space for content. I also get 201 email addresses along with 200 MB of email storage. Currently I am using only one of these addresses. I think it is sort of snazzy and the world could always use more snazzy. Please let me know if you want a “roguecyclist.com” email address. I have 200 available. I will totally hook you up and you can be snazzy too.
The reasonably large chunk of change I blow on the above mentioned (mostly unused) web-based property has gone for such things as paying Danica Patrick and Jillian Michaels to make fools out of themselves while hawking for Go Daddy. I haven’t been a fan of Jillian since her dust up with Gary Taubes on Larry King a few years back. And don’t get me started on how she treats my chubby brothers and sisters on the Biggest Loser! So, I am strangely OK with all of this.
Truthfully, I have a lot to say. My brain is constantly spinning with thoughts I want to share and ideas that could change the world. Well, at least the world that the squishy stuff between my ears seems to focus on. I am forever wanting sharing these opinions and viewpoints; getting stuff out of your head and off your chest and onto paper, both literally and figuratively, is therapeutic, for Chrissake! But I fail to do it again and again.
Why do I not write as much as I want to? I am sure there are several different reasons. Some are legitimate, you be the judge: I am too busy, writing is hard, things seem less coherent when they are out of my head, The only time I have to get it done is at night and by then I am too tired, etc. I am the first to admit that these are just excuses.
But lets get to the bottom line: if I want to be a “writer” I need to write, right?
So, lets get started.
As mentioned previously, my head is spinning with all sorts of things I find interesting. This huge swirling mass of things I want to talk about has congealed into a brick hard lump that, if taken whole, would fill up several pages of a standard, picked-up-at-Office-Max-in-the-bargin-bin journal. You and I both know that when someone does that, writes down everything in their head, it is often called a manifesto. And people that publish their manifestos on line are fucking nuts. I may be nuts but it is important to me not to appear nuts. So lets not do anything to raise suspicion.
I have a better approach. I am going to start cracking chunks off my congealed idea lump and putting them on here. One mini-chunk at a time.
Is this idea going to work? Well, it’s working right now because, for today, I am done! You’ve read my first mini-chunk and we both feel good…well, at least I do.
Next chunk (along with a list of future chunks) coming soon.