Everything I say is, by definition, a promise
Since I’m a computer geek (an engineer, no less) I’m not much of a writer. That’s my excuse, anyway. As a child, making hen scratchings on processed wood pulp using a wooden stick seemed bizarre to me; almost cannibalistic. I was a conscientious objector. A product of the American education system, I had no writing classes past middle school and managed to avoid anything involving writing in college.
Now that I’m out of college I don’t have time to take a writing course but I find myself having to write (as if my hen scratchings qualify as writing) constantly. In theory, writing regularly on this blog should help to improve my writing. In reality, I’ll probably quit after a week, leaving behind an abandoned warehouse of a blog with five incoherent, unrelated, posts. This is my attempt to forestall that. I’m going to keep at this for at least a year. There. I’ve said it. Now I can’t quit.