Why I write blogs

Not long ago, I was dreaming of becoming some sort of writer. I remember wanting to write a book on my childhood and how fucked up it was. I loved reading at the time, and nothing validated a persons life as much as an autobiography. The problem is you really only get one shot at an autobiography. Quite a bit more has changes since my childhood, and I would never know what to focus on.

When I was 24 years old, I read an article in a snowboarding magazine. The title said "working class hero" and it pictured a young man riding his snowmobile off a very steep cliff high in the mountains. On his back was his snowboard, and some other gear. Reading the article, it almost seamed like the guy writing the story was about as fucked up as the guy riding the snowmobile. I quickly began to learn that many of the people who write for magazines often live the lifestyle they write about.

I quickly have up on the magazine writing idea because blogging is so much more convenient. I'll never be famous for my blogs, but I will at least have published something and vented it for everyone to read.

Writing gives me a sense of leverage. I can write about anything. The key to my writing is knowing when my article is about to suck. Unfortunately, that time usually comes about midway through a blog. It will seem like I have a whole bunch of momentum going into my story, but then out of no where I'll lose my steam and drop off.

I once wrote for my college newspaper. I took special pride in seeing my name on an article. It almost made me feel famous. People would look at that article, and before they read anything they would know my name. I was a junior reporter, so my picture didn't come with any of my articles. I wrote well enough to stay on for free during my freshman year. Over the summer, I interviewed for what was something I happened to be passionate about. I wrote about some really cool things, but I also found myself hindered by the politics of a dip shit editor.

Then one day everything changed. I wrote an entire article. Not just in my basement, but I traveled throughout my entire state to get the information. Unfortunately our copy editor had been sick on our review day so our assistant editor in chief reviewed the article. Normally this person doesn't review copy articles. That goes to the copy editor who doesn't get any credit for their work. The only glory for a copy editor is they get paid more than the editor themselves. They hold one of the highest positions, and most of the time keep the editor in chief from writing something really bad.

But I digress...back to my article that I had written. I wrote the article and had kind of blogged it. I didn't really think about which way the stories were going. I didn't write to a point. I wrote with many points which is really hard to close. Sometimes in the newspaper industries writers will start a point and never finish it. We call this the cliff hanger. I left about three cliff hangers all dealing with several college food reviews. My assistant editor in chief reviewed the article and closed the gaps. But when this person did this, he was stepping off of his authority chair and onto his writing chair. Thus when the article came out, his name was listed first on the article with my name as a contributor. This was so far from the truth because he never even left the building for the article.

When I saw this I was pissed. I typed a letter and signed it for him. I told him that stealing someone's work is not acceptable, and that plagiarism is against university policy. The next day my EIC called me in and told me that I was to never speak to our assistant editor in chief again. He was a nice guy, but I think he was intimidated by me. I don't know why, maybe my military service.

Either way, that was the last article that I wrote free hand too. The assistant editor in chief was also in charge of all the editorials. So I lost my editorial as I wasn't allowed to talk to the boss of them. I went to sports and found university sports to be absolute bullshit. I interviewed a coach who insisted that I refer to him as coach in my story. I didn't like him, I didn't respect him and he didn't like that.

I left sports, to the dismay of the sports editor who really liked me, and went to work for the EIC on investigative reporting. Unfortunately our school didn't have any good scandals going for it. So I was shit out of luck and ended up covering bullshit stories. My EIC got a lead that our IT department was not archiving old emails. This meant that if John Smith had gone to school and graduated, if someone else came to the school as John Smith this person would immediately have access to the previous John Smith's files because the actual folder for this name stayed open. That wasn't the case. Emails stayed open for 2 years after the student graduated or left school. This gave each former student the ability and time to transition to a new email. Then after that time, their entire folder was deleted. This meant that if the government or anyone else asked for record, our school wouldn't have them.

I told my EIC to go fuck her self with a nice sized dildo. I was fired, and sent to the employment office where I was informed that I was not allowed to work for club organizations in a paid manner ever again.

Too bad. I really didn't care.

But with blogging, I don't have this problem. If you don't like my blogs, you can leave at any time. You could with the newspaper too, but I was writing under my universities mast head.

But the real point is that I write so that I can be free. These last 20 minutes on this computer have been solitude for me. I hope they are for the reader as well, but I guess I'll just hope you made it this far in my blog.

My goal in my blog is me. But I hope that you might get to the bottom of this blog and like what you see. Enough to follow my blog....pretty please?