I'm going to admit something here and I don't know how you're going to take it. You shouldn't take it personally, and you shouldn't be offended. Because it's not about you.
It's about me. Me, me, me. This blog is all about me. So, duh, a blog that's all about the narcisissm. That's why anyone blogs, isn't it?
Sure--and here is where the truth comes out--but this blog serves a higher purpose. Back in December of 2010, my life was in serious flux. I was forty-years-old with two teenage daughters and a son born six weeks premature. My profession's endurance of years of derogatory social commentary and actual law was coming to a head, and it was so tiring to be a teacher that I decided I needed more.
Years ago, I wanted to be a writer. In high school I filled notebooks with journals and stories, and in college I published articles and earned a Master's of Arts degree in creative writing. My ambition was to write novels like John Irving or Orson Scott Card. I also wanted to teach, and since teaching paid up front, that's what I started with.
Fifteen years after grad school, my teaching career was solid but frustrating and my Master's thesis novel wasn't yet what I wanted it to be. With a newborn son, growing daughters, a wife changing careers, I decided 2011 was the year I make the most of my life.
Since then, I've revised--again--my novel, Trendy Poseurs Go Home, and began the process of looking for an agent and working towards publication.
This blog, then, is shameless self-promotion. That's my admission. A blog makes me write more and more often. Fortunately, I have thoroughly enjoyed the blogging by sharing my adventures in fatherhood and discussing my obsession with music, among other things. Plus, reading blogs and connecting with others is endlessly fascinating. So despite what might occur with my writing goals, this blog has turned out to be one of the most satisfying aspects of my life.
For more information about me, visit my author website at www.brentwescott.com.