About
Here we go again.
Laz has the urge to write, so he enthusiastically produces an entry or two on a slick new Wordpress blog. Work is stressful though, and a couple of days pass without an update. A couple of days turn into a couple of months… and before you know it, Laz’s beautiful, shiny blog has turned into a that most pathetic of online entities: a defunct blog located at a vanity domain purchased on a whim at 3AM one lonely, empty night.
Sigh.
Well, folks, I have news for you. This time round things are going to be different. Seriously.
I suppose I should introduce myself. I’m lazarus89; my friends call me Laz. I’ve reactivated this blog because I woke up this morning and realised with rising horror that my attention span has atrophied to the point where it would difficult to tell me apart from an excitable puppy. After a bit of thought, I concluded that the least painful way to rectify the situation would be to once again put pen to paper (or finger to keyboard, such as the case may be) and start churning out words, sentences, paragraphs… maybe even coherent stories?
It turns out that this gambit of mine could dovetail rather nicely with some of the hazier plans I have for the future… You see, as of this writing, finance - where I currently work - is a dangerous place to be. In a world where the biggest banks are only 24 vertigo-inducing hours away from collapse, it has dawned upon me over the course of this financial crisis of ours that sitting at home pecking away at my laptop is far healthier than being yelled at by junior bankers and their minders on the trading floor.
Of course, saying you want to be a writer is much harder than actually becoming one; a wise man (or was it me thinking out loud while shaving this morning?) once said that it is a terrible thing to have a goal but to not know how to reach it. Sadly, this is where I now find myself: I know that I want to write, but I have no idea what I want to write about. I know tech and I know finance; I know about love and I know a great deal about travel. But I cannot for the life of me figure out which of these terribly interesting things I want to write about. If only they could all be combined into a single roaring tale… it certainly is something to think about. If Neal Stephenson can do it, I do not see why I cannot.
Hey look… I wrote something! Perhaps I should take stock of my progess:
- Words written: 465.
- Time taken: 1.2 hours.
- Quality of writing: shite.
- Assessment: Strap in and get comfy folks, because it looks like there’s a long road ahead.
It’s a start though. And maybe, just maybe, that’s all that counts.