Writing is not like riding a bike

A wise man speaks because he has something to say. A fool speaks because he has to say something.

So, which am I? Wise man or fool? Sadly, I believe it’s the latter. At least I have Mr. T’s pity. Good old T, always there to help when I need him the most. Fortunately, fools don’t have to stay fools forever.

You see, I used to consider myself a writer. In fact, there was a time when I thought I was pretty good at it. So, when I decided to jump on the blogwagon, I thought it would be easy. Blogging is just writing, and I’m a writer, right? Wrong. A writer writes, which is something I haven’t done in a while. Those muscles have atrophied. Somewhere along the line, I went from writer to guy with ideas that he never follows up on.

It wasn’t until after my first post (well, technically, my second post) that I realized I had forgotten how to write. I mean, look at it. It went nowhere. I have no idea what I wanted to say when I sat down to write it, but I’m pretty sure that wasn’t it. My next post was a little better, but I still needed to figure out what I was doing. After two and a half weeks of soul searching, ruminating and meditating, I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t know what I was thinking when I started this thing.

I don’t know why I started it, but I know why I’m here now. I need to stretch. It’s time to develop a little discipline and start exercising my writing muscles. And you, my friends, are invited to the workout. In fact, you can even comment on it. That’s the beauty of this medium. It’s collaborative. You can give me all the feedback you want. If you agree with something I say, that’s great. If you think I suck worse than a variety show co-hosted by John Tesh and Dr. Phil, that’s OK, too. At least I’m writing. And that makes me a writer.

Mr. T, you can go pity someone else.