I started my path as a tech writer almost by accident. Well, kind of. I did apply for the job, but I never thought I had a chance of getting it. The company I applied to is a high profile company and I had no previous experience as a tech writer. In the prerequisites, they said they were looking for someone with a college degree. I had none.
I did go to college for a while but dropped out when I was offered my childhood dream job of building race cars. I built race cars for the next sixteen years…
I landed my first job as a writer after about a year out of my last job. I think everyone gets that euphoric feeling when they get a job they were hoping for, “I won!” I beat out all the others in line and I’m finally getting my shot at a cool opportunity.
When I got that call and accepted the position, there was nothing else to do, but go on vacation to celebrate. I had two weeks before I was scheduled to start, I had some money saved up, and I always wanted to get back to Washington DC…
I’m no mathematician or anything. As a matter of fact, I never pushed myself past trig in high school because frankly, I am not good at math.
But, I was raised to believe 100% was everything you had.
Now it seems, well, if you put in 110% you are considered nothing more than average. 110% is listed on most job descriptions as the bare minimum. So, what is a great employee now, 130%?
And who’s to judge the difference between someone giving 110% and 130%?
I’m being facetious here. …
I grew up as a kid of the seventies and eighties. Meat and potatoes with a small scoop of vegetables on the side was the typical dinner. Like most kids of our day we were tired of hearing the phrase, “You are not leaving this table until you finish your vegetables!”
Today, if my mom where chaperoning my meals, her saying would be much different, “You are not leaving this table until you finish that big juicy steak!”
The fact is I still identify with the meat-eating culture. And, none of my friends, including my wife, are vegan. …
Before we can truly understand why we need more cowboys in the world, I should define what a cowboy is in my eyes.
A cowboy is someone not afraid of death. Someone who is arrogant toward death and failure, but is not an arrogant person.
Someone who tells death, ‘No, I’m not going now, I’m too busy.’ And means it.
Like Robert Duvall’s character in Apocalypse Now, Lieutenant Kilgore, standing on the beach, unphased by mortar rounds hitting all around him.
“He was just one of those guys with that weird light around him. He just knew he wasn’t gonna…
The place where rules get tossed and I write for the freakish fun to create something new. Much of the day I write for businesses or venues with strict guidelines of form and content.
But, the night writing belongs to me.
Nothing is like the release to write something and experiment by throwing the rules out the window and pack emotion into something with complete flagrant disregard for formality that would make any English major red with anger.
I’m not a trained writer. I have no angst against trained writers. At times I wish I were one of them.
I’ve had something rolling around in my head for a while now, and I just couldn’t find a good way to put it down on paper. Thank you Chuck Klosterman for giving me the good swift kick in the head to jar it loose.
I started reading one of his oldest books last night, Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs. The very first chapter, This is EMO, brought the previous jumbled up rambling in my head to sync and click to some semi-structured thinking.
He talks about how we all strive to live the impossible lives we see on TV or…
I’m amazed at people on Instagram who travel to seemingly some of the remotest places on earth dressed in long flowing gowns and large-brimmed hats as if they were going to a summer gala at a polo match.
Does this feel real to you?
It doesn’t for me.
Why is it necessary to create such an illusion of luxury when the scene doesn’t even seem real? Is this what we want as a society?
Are the influencers feeding us exactly what we crave or has it become so unrealistic the effort gone into posing is a waste of time?
While watching a Netflix documentary on minimalism the other day, I began thinking not only about being a minimalist in the growing movement, I love the idea, but the path these people took to get there.
If you have Netflix and would like to check it out, here is the trailer. Minimalism
Look at the time it took them to sell all their stuff and figure out what they really needed to live.
The effort they put in to cut down their lives, and reduced stress probably increased their overall stress during that period. Letting go can be difficult.
I’ve been struggling through an article lately. Every time I lay down another sentence or paragraph, I need to sit back and think if this is the jagged little turn I want this piece to make or will I be headed in the wrong direction.
When I first brought the topic up to my wife, she said I was nuts. Maybe so, but I couldn’t get the core idea I had out of my mind.
I initially woke up in the middle of the night with this concept burning a hole in my brain.
So, I jotted down a headline…