In my previous post, I mentioned how, when I was in college, I wrote some short stories and did a few other creative endeavors.
One of the things he said was that men should be using this as a learning opportunity rather than a finger-wagging opportunity. The way he puts it is:
I was doing pretty good for a while there. During the lead-up to Thanksgiving I worked hard to excavate my personal items out of boxes, scan them, and assemble them into the blog post I’m most proud of, the illustrated The Story of Me, Pt. 1. The unpacking happened Monday of Thanksgiving week, the scanning happened Tuesday, and I was busier than expected Wednesday making some last-minute additions and some adjustments in Photoshop. I finally posted the morning of Thanksgiving, the first day of a four-day weekend.
Then, having felt like I’d done some good creative work, I proceeded to slack off. It’s not like I did nothing, but my main productive activity that whole four-day weekend was to go through some WordPress tutorials. It might have helped, but it wasn’t creative work.
I am writing this to record a moment in time. I joined Twitter earlier this month, and I have one follower. It can only go up from here.
I haven’t properly introduced myself.
My name is Greg. I’m 41 years old.
As I said in a previous post, I’ve decided that my creative endeavors would be better supported if I had a better work environment, so I took a spare bedroom and turned it into an office. It includes a desk that’s in a big U shape, giving both me and my wife a nice L-shaped work area.