Egomaniacal Intervention

Welcome.

This is a blog that no one will ever see - save for one person.

So insignificant is this blog, that what I write in it is of no consequence at all.

Does it serve a purpose? Yes.

I am a writer, you see. But more than just a writer. I am a laggardly writer.

But even more than this: I am a laggardly person. A real waster -nay, loafer -nay, scalawag.

So long have I gone without putting so much as a morsel of real effort into the construction of a sentence, that now, in the opening scenes of my 'golden 20's', I weild a brain capacity akin to that of an Asiatic clam. Not to slam the mollusc population, of course. Or the Asian population, for that matter.

Nonetheless, a wise mystic sage did once say: "Only the daily practice of writing will make you a better writer."

Doubtlessly a timless addage that has been passed down through generations.

Ok, I lied. I got that quote from Strunk & White’s ELEMENTS OF STYLE.

But the idea is what's of substance here. Being a good writer takes considerable self-discipline. The daily practice of writing is what distinguishes real writers from those that know they'd be good writers if they weren't too busy basking in their own indolence and self-indulgence.

Well I'm on a mission to climb out of the hole in which I currently reside (located somewhere just below oblivion).

This is self-help session # 1.

Now excuse me while I go squeeze the cheese to those new naked Lindsay Lohan photos.