Why the heck am I writing this blog?
In the words of one of America’s most lucid political poets, James Stockdale, “Who am I? Why am I here?”
Since September 2007, I’ve been a stay-at-home dad. For eight years prior to that, I worked in a rather creative job that required me to write a lot. It had insane hours and didn’t pay very much, though, which is why I’m the one who’s staying home with our baby now.
Fearing that my writing would atrophy over time spent primarily sopping spit, I originally created this site as a way to keep me writing something — anything — every day. I figured there was no more effective way to force me to keep up with that vow than to publicly state my intention to write something every day, and then have to face the prospect of public shaming if I didn’t follow through with it.
Of course, you can see my tolerance for shame is quite limitless as I haven’t updated this thing every single day, but I do keep on top of it on a fairly regular basis. The result is this site, perhaps one of the most unfocused, scattershot, theme-lacking efforts I’ve seen in the world of weblogs. It’s only real theme is whatever happens to capture my interest enough to make note of it at any given moment in time.