"Memoirs of a Failure" The Start of My Success

I just started my novel, titled "Memoirs of a Failure." I'm not proud of the absolutely descriptive title, but things is what they is. My goal, carved in stone, is to complete it by the end of the year and find a publisher by the end of the first quarter or 2007. I'm sure I don't have to even mention it's semi- autobiographical.

I just ain't gettin' it with my current job and I'm flat out tired of looking for new jobs and new careers. This is my 29th separate and distinct job since I graduated from college. Don't even ask me about jobs before then. I saw the one of the guys who are behind the whole Chicken Soup series of books speak recently, and even though motivational speakers by and large depress me, I guess it was like the alcoholic who finally hits bottom and is receptive to an intervention. I went figuring, what the hell, give a listen and take it from there.

He said (and I've heard this a million times and believe it to be true) you should do something you feel passionate about. (I haven't been really passionate about anything, other than golf maybe, more than a handful of times in my whole working career - and it didn't last more than a month or two.) Soooo ...

I'm rededicating myself to creative pursuits. One of my personal goals is to contribute to my blog no less than five times a week.

This is the first posting of the rest of my life. Or something like that. Stop back in a day or two and I'll start you out with something light - the real reason why terrorists terrorize.

I'm also taking a poll on a good sign off - you know, like Katie Couric is doing. I'm thinking something along the lines of Stay Perky.