Let’s just say I don’t wish to inflate my ego so much as to make an “About Me” page, because honestly, I’m not that interesting.  It’s my thoughts, my actions, things done unto me that people should find interesting.  I did not think my life interesting enough to blog about, but today was one of “those days.”

Hrm… I’m not so sure you know what I mean by one of “those days.”  You may think I mean the boss is riding hard on you, all-day-long migraine, TV isn’t working, girlfriend broke up with you.  Those are things we’ve all heard before.  Well, today I stepped on a squirrel.

Wait, did you read that correctly?  You better check.  Did you check?

Yes.  Literally.  I would show you a picture or something, but I’m pretty sure it’s gone.  It’s not even worth going back out for.  Honestly, stuff like this happens all the time.  That’s NYC for you.  Crazy.

So I made this blog.  My friend John’s told me for years, MAKE A BLOG IT CANT HURT ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS SIGN UP JUST WRITE A PARAGRAPH A DAY THATS ALL.

But a paragraph would never be enough for me.  It never feels done, a weird side effect to my personality.  There’s always more than one facet to my story.  I have to tell it all, in what could be the worst possible case of literary OCD (and let’s not forget to mention literary ADD).  It’s impossible.  So why am I doing it?

Well, there’s the squirrel.  But also… have you ever gotten the feeling like you could be famous by doing what you normally do?  Why not write a novel about the average?  Or the mundane?  Why not write about the suonerific trumpet soliloquy that had the gall to take on the orchestra of screeching violins and violas that the world has called its theme for the past eternity?

Whew, that was a mouthful.  That sentence may have been more trouble than it was worth.

My head hurts.