A New Beginning

I, like so many other writers, am terrified of facing the page. Terrified that I might sound trite. Terrified of telling the truth. So what better way to "break through" than to just write what ever I want to strangers. Seems crazy, I know. But, it's just so anonymous. That helps.

Actually, I'm not an amateur. I've sold all my creativity to the highest bidder. I'm a television producer. I produce works of art as well as works of crap to who ever is willing to pay for it. Sometimes I'm caught up in the ego of it all. Not many people have a job like I do. I know people. I meet famous people. I get special treatment. That's the best part.

Other times, though, I loathe the sacrifice of my standards. I prostitute myself to the likes of Home Improvement gurus, paint stores, casinos, plastic surgeons, uppity, self absorbed business owners who think they are way more important that they really are.

I'm trying to break free of all of it. Financially, I now have the opportunity to do it. It's time to work for me.

I took a novel writing class years ago. And one of the first rules of writing is to have "something to say". So what do I have to say? I guess it's this: I want to stop pleasing others and please myself. I have learned a lot in my life. Most through error, but I have learned. I don't know if I know more than anyone else, I just know how my life has evolved and what seems to work and what doesn't.

I actually can't believe I'm doing this. I don't want to sound self-consumed. I guess it's just that I'm tired of pleasing "the man" and I want to find my own voice. So here it is. The real me.