And welcome to the complete demolition of life as I once knew it. It’s alternately thrilling, terrifying, exhilarating, and exhausting. But it is also the life I asked for, so I'm aboard for the long haul.
Tomorrow is July 1st, and my quiet, cozy world is about to get a holiday firecracker right between its sleepy little eyes. And I absolutely can't wait. The way I see it, our lives are often measured by the quality of our memories. Given this, it seems to me that our present days are best served by creating the memories of our future.
Live urgently, live passionately, live now.
Sure, nothing ever goes exactly as planned, but July 19th looks like a major launching pad for memories.
See, I have spent far too many hours obsessing over what this blog should be, and midway through my very first post, I still don’t have much of a clue. I am clearly off to a confident and well-calculated start.
I do expect the blog will be a function-over-form kind of spot, mostly because I know next to nothing about layouts, designs, HTML codes, etc. My amazing wife is also tripped up by tech toys and the like. Truth be told, this is one of the main reasons we’re having a kid – so he can teach us how to use computers in about 8-10 years. But for now, I hope I can create an experience akin to finding a great cup of coffee in a simple and nondescript cafe.
At some point, I am confident that spammers will burrow their way onto this blog, and riddle the comments section with links to discounted Play Stations, replica Gucci handbags, and Russian dating sites. I will try to zap them away, but they will probably return, and ultimately I will have no recourse but to buy you all Play Stations and knockoff handbags for Christmas.
I also expect that this blog will frequently lapse into nostalgic musings and diatribes. The novel itself leans heavily on the vibrantly diverse tapestries of '80s culture, and it would be a waste to not tap into this lovably loopy decade on a regular basis.
I know. It's totally awesome. You'd think it would be the most totally awesome thing a writer could have happen, but it's not.