ONE YEAR

Well, today is one year at this blog. A total of 285 posts.

Last year, I was reading a friend's blog when I decided to give this a try. He had visited us on Memorial day, and wrote about his trip, and all of us. He then let us know he did that, and we turned in to read.

I continued.

Then, last year while I was waiting to go to the party we had planned, I decided to give it a go. This is my first post:

This is a start

So, just to get you updated, I am in a downward spiral. I am just shy of forty years, and recently just ended my decade long marriage. Also, I am in pursuit of the time honored art of acting, and have been living in Los Angeles for seven years with a grand total, so far, of ZERO jobs. What better reason to reach out and teach others my enlightened path. I am trying to approach all of this with a wry spirit. That's the coffee. I tend to actually approach it with a cynical bitterness that has been sharpened over time by repeated use. That's the booze.


Oh, so pleasant.

Over the last year, I have seen my writing dramatically improve. I am a better story teller now. I also just finished my first sketch class last night with a performance for about a hundred people. That is entirely due to this blog. I didn't feel able to do the writing class when I was first eligible for it over a year ago. It still is tricky, but I feel able.

I started a spin off. I have a funny blog going on over at myspace. It was what I had intended when I started this one, but this became too dark with my honesty. That one is kept funny, but also so less true. It is inspired by the truth, that's all. I admit, it is hard sometimes to write that one. I feel obligated to maintain it frequently, and keep it funny. You see, I have readers.

That was something I was a bit obsessed about with this one. I so wanted readers. Anonymous readers. I wanted to attract them with my thoughts. To be truthful, I think I have four readers.
Still, that doesn't matter here anymore. This one now is for me.

I also started reading blogs. By last December, I was reading about ten on a daily basis. I found a little blog community. I tried to enter it, but they found me boring. Still, I read theirs. When my computer crashed at New Years, I could only remember how to find about five of them. So, I lessened my blog reading time. After a couple more months, I deleted them altogether. I had had enough of the blogs.

I am currently reading only one other one.

There are plenty of blogs at myspace that I read, but like mine, they are little stories, meant to entertain. It isn't the same.

Of course, my inner thoughts and love disasters have been splashed across this page for all to meditate on. My theme seems to be chasing girls. With a bit of artistic frustration thrown in for filler.

Let us not forget the drunken posts. The guy who initially got me hooked told me to never post drunk, but I gotta say they are some of my most enjoyable reads. Truly humiliating, but such a slice of reality. Those wont stop, as you can tell from just a couple of posts ago.

What do I hope for the future?

Well, I would like this to become a bit more philosophical. Less a diary of my mad attempts and more a process for thoughts. I'll still keep in the mad story, and hilarious adventure, but those will, and should, go to the other blog.

So, thanks for reading. Keep on doing it. See you tomorrow.