I think I'm a damn fine writer -- words are my bitch, as my girlfriend likes to tell me.  I already knew this about myself.  I've had a love affair and fascination with writing for as long as I can remember.  When I think about this characteristic of myself, my mind soon turns to guilt over how little I actually do write.  I genuinely believe that I have a talent for words, and some real messages of value to express, and I don't want to keep feeling ashamed for not doing so.

Therefore I've formed a resolution to write something for at least 30 minutes a day.  It can be anything at all so long as it's something.  Songs count.  Poems count.  Blog posts count.  Hell, even computer code counts. It doesn't matter if what I turn out is crap.  It doesn't matter if it gets thrown out as soon as I'm done.  The only thing that matters is that I write it.

This blog might be a repository for much of this.  I suppose I don't have to worry about my writing turning out to be a mess of vapid rambling, since nobody reads this anyway.  That could always change, I suppose, but that's not the kind of thing I think I should depend on.  I don't want to be that guy I met at little five points that time in Atlanta who handed me a little booklet, obviously self-published, of some of the worst poetry I've ever tried to give an honest reading of.

I'm not of the belief that the world will be significantly worse off without my ideas being a part of the cultural lexicon.  I want that to be the case, but I can't quite muster the chutzpah to claim that it is.  Honestly, I just want my writing to be read and enjoyed, by whoever at whatever level.  I don't have to write the Great American Novel, and am not so foolish to think that I could.  I'd be happy writing fan fiction, so long as someone tells me they like it.

And I'll stop there -- maybe my next post can be about why I want to write at all.