Not the headline. The blog. This post. Everything.
About a squillion years ago I started a blog because I wanted people to subscribe to my newsletter. I was convinced back then that having a newsletter would be my gateway to riches.
I wrote thousands of articles. Some were fairly good. But I was never an A-lister.
I was, instead, a deluded fool. A younger deluded fool. These days I’m simply deluded about different things.
I’m a content strategist and occasional podcaster.
I have delusions of starting up a couple of shows. Nashville Saloon. Jazz Salon.
I crave the simple things in life. I live a very satisfying existence in partnership with my wonderful partner, Sam.
Since sarcasm is my favourite hobby, I have the lowest form of wit.
I no longer blog because it may one day bring me wealth. I blog because I enjoy typing.
I’ll never build a house. I’ll probably never put up a shelf.
But I love words. A loquacious linguaphile, if you will (you won’t).
And that’s enough.
Being good. It’s enough.