The Intro

When you feel like your brain is going to explode from all its wishy-washy thoughts scrambled around in there, the natural solution is to turn to the cold hard metal of a MacBook Pro. A keyboard, the Internet, and the false feeling of confidence that goes along with anonymity are the perfect components to try and sort out my life.

Let's do a quick review of my other attempts at a creative outlet:


Art is beautiful (sometimes) and very meaningful (sometimes) and really expensive for no apparent reason (all the time), such as this lovely Mark Rothko painting which sold for $86.9 million at a NYC auction (a real bargain, I know).

Now, not to slight Mr. Rothko, but I think my own attempt at modern art was pretty decent:

But alas, this masterpiece that I finished in just one class period washed away as soon as I took a shower. Art and I were not meant to be.

And apparently neither were singing and I, because every time I belt out a note this happens:

And not in the cool, talented way it's supposed to.

Art and music failed, so now it's on to writing, specifically, in the (hopefully relatively) anonymous world of the inter webs, because I already have half a dozen botched attempts at writing a novel until I realized I wasn't much good at that. But what I am good at is talking about myself, for that is the one subject I'm an expert on. I can prattle on for days about what's been running through my mind. 

And so the journey begins.