More of a newsletter than a newspaper, the only “real” news story reported the selections for the senior class poll for your typical “prettiest, smartest, most athletic” nonsense. Yet I was proud to learn that I had actually ranked third place as class clown. I remain proud of that accomplishment to this day.
I never asked anyone to vote for me. I didn’t vote for myself. In fact, I told those seated around me to vote for someone who completely lacked personality. People thought I was genuinely worthy of this accolade. In the process of mainly trying to occupy myself, I had entertained the masses during a period of drudgery that most people hate and never want to re-live. Sure you can interpret this to mean people thought I was an obnoxious bozo–and I’m sure many did–but I inevitably found a calling in it. In college, I tapped into it.
My first semester at the College of Staten Island inspired me to pursue a career in writing as an English major. Since then I never question(ed) this foundation, despite the agonizing and gasping state of employment in my industry.
I did, however, grow more pragmatic and fully realized that no employment listing called for an “entry-level novelist.” (If you find one, please send it to me.)
Around 2006, the news industry seemed like a relatively healthy industry. Covering the New York Rangers for a newspaper seemed like a decent way to live. So let’s pursue a career as a journalist and double-major in communications, right? Two years later, I was having discussions in my classes about why my industry was apparently dying.
Why not change majors you ask? At the time, I figured that somewhere in the world, someone would need to hire someone with writing skill. Not everyone can write. Trust me, I have read lots of stuff by people who thought they could. To be completely honest, however, I simply couldn’t stop doing it. I genuinely and sincerely love it. In fact it’s more of a need. If a day goes by without feeling my finger tips tapping out some sort of missive, I develop a profound sadness and my anxiety level shoots through the roof.
I created this blog because I realized that no one can stand between me and writing. Even if a publisher or editor passes on every word I write, it’s still something I’d continue to do.
And besides, I was never really good at math.