I write.
Not as well as I’d like to, but still, I write.
Often, it’s for clients. Rarely, it’s for myself. (For those paying attention, this post would fall under the “myself” category.)
As a writer, or as I should say, a copywriter, there’s a few unwritten laws. I break most, if not all of them.
I rely heavily on spell check and the zigzag lines on iPhone Messenger.
Like most, I don’t read enough.
Damn, I love sports. So much, that watching them dominates the time I should be working, or learning something new, or anything for that matter.
The point here isn’t to reiterate my faults. It’s to hold myself accountable.
So here’s a promise and a penance. A proclamation, if you will.
I’ll write more. Specifically, for myself.
And if I don’t, well, then I failed to keep my digital word.
But if I do, I’m sure I’ll look back to this post and say, “Man, you sure were feeling inspired that night, weren’t you?”
