The most integral part of anything under the sun and the stars is its niche: it's reason for being, it's focus. So when I was sitting around in my Xbox pjs not doing anything productive, I began to feel my brain click and pop in an attempt to start working. Thirty wasted minutes and three jumbo marshmallows later, I realized that I really don't have focus for any of my aspirations. Sure, sometimes I feel my pride swell with fire, and then I might say "Hey, look at me: a writer in the making". And then people might give me a thumbs up, a simple head nod, and then walk away. And then I had to go play Xbox non-stop for the next three days. Rinse and repeat, and you have the last couple years of my existence.
So I've been a little peeved off with my aimless wandering through ADD land as of lately. Which leads me to this blog and its purpose. For the last few weeks, I've finally begun working on an outline for my book. As a little kick in the ass, I'm sharing my progress with anyone who's willing to waste their time reading this and other future verbal concoctions. I'm planning on this blog to capture the behind the scenes thoughts that will go the fodder known as my writing. Hopefully this will stay around par and not become the verbal equivalent of rabbit pellets. Only time and myself can tell.
As for the title of this blog, it's a statement about the expectations of being writer. If you go around with that proclamation surging out of your vocal box, you might just lead people to believe that you bleed clever mashups of words and witty twists on the conventional. This blog is not about meeting the expectations of myself and others, but just producing something. Even if it doesn't turn out to be worthwhile.
