Musings

Ya know... for an aspiring writer, you'd think that I'd pay more attention to my blog.

What's that? You didn't know that I was an aspiring writer? Well, see... there ya go! Not even the four people that read my blog knew that I had an inclination to write for a living. But I've been thinking about things lately, and I believe that I really need to start putting some thought (and quite possibly, some effort) into just that.

So why am I writing about this now? Simple - because I can. I have the time.

I travel a lot in my business, and I'm getting to the point where I don't really want to travel a lot anymore. It's hard on me, and it's hard on my family. And if Theresa decides to die on me, I'll kind of be up a creek lifewise. Not that I want Theresa to die, but one never knows about these things. (Theresa... if you're reading this, please try not to die. Thank you.)

I literally could not continue to do what I do if anything were to happen to Theresa. That really kind of puts me in a bind, because it's been somewhere around fifteen years since I've had a real job. I don't think that I could go back to that. I mean, seriously... nine to five? Doing the same thing everyday? That really does not sound like much fun.

I am truly one of those people that love my job. I am a car guy. I get paid to talk about cars. I'm fortunate enough to drive somebody else's brand new car for much of the year. Sure, sometimes the car isn't really a car. Sometimes it's a truck, or possibly a minivan. But, hey, it's brand new, usually pretty close to fully loaded with all the latest gadgets, and, did I mention that I don't have to pay for it? That they pay me to drive this new car around? (And, truth be known, they actually pay me reasonably well for doing this for them.) And yes, whomever I happen to be working for takes care of everything else too... travel, gas, insurance. Okay, I've got to buy my own meals, but I mean... c'mon... does this not sound like a good deal?

Well, I guess that there are some drawbacks. I don't get to keep the car. And I don't get any say in what kind of a car (or truck) it's going to be. But, let's face it - I know a lot of people would love to do what I do. But, again, whenever I'm working, I'm traveling because it's the nature of the beast.

But what prompted all of this thought in the first place? I just got another life insurance policy. Not that I'm planning on dying anytime soon, but one never knows about these things. (Theresa, if you're reading this, I am definitely NOT thinking of dying anytime soon.) I just got the notification yesterday that the policy had been approved. It's kind of hard to not think about dying, when you get a notification in the mail that specifically relates to that subject matter.

Speaking of dying, if you've never really given it much thought, you probably should.

So anyway... as I have always enjoyed reading, and (as I have kind of discovered over the years) that I like writing too, I thought, you know... perhaps I could write for a living. (Like that thought hasn't occurred to what... half the population of the civilized world?) I have the time. That is, when I am in between projects. So I have elected to pursue a new career in writing. Not that I'll be giving up my car gig anytime soon (still need to pay the bills). But I have made a commitment to myself to work less this upcoming year to allow me the time to stay home with my family more (less chance of poisoning them that way), and try to get some writing done while between projects.

So I guess you are my guinea pigs. Please don't bite.