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Yesterday was the first day of the rest of my life

I didn't intend to wait six weeks between blog posts; I achieved it only by carefully procrastinating one day at a time.

You see, I made a deal with myself: I could take the month of June to stare at the clouds, doodle on notepads and watch hours of Booth and Brennan catching murderers, but when July came, I had to get serious about the rest of my life.

So July happened yesterday.  And I'm feeling serious about this blog.

Heretofore this blog has been primarily personal anecdotes and travel photos.  Fun, casual, easy reading (I hope).  Maybe it will go back to that eventually, but since I consider "the ability to string words together to form coherent sentences" to be one of my more transferable job skills, I'm going to try to mix in some more serious, opinionated, and/or informative posts.  Maybe even a little fiction.  Stuff that will legitimately count as "writing samples".

Here's how you can help:
Feeling curious?  Send me your ideas for stuff to research and write about.
Need an opinion?  I'm willing to read a book, see a movie, or visit a restaurant and let you know whether it's worth your time.
Feeling critical?  Send me your feedback on my writing style, point of view or LinkedIn profile.
Think I should focus on getting a real job instead?  Tell me where I should work and I'll give it due consideration.

Ok?  Everybody understand the plan?  Let's get started then.
The comments section is now open.

Go, Team!!

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  1. ummmm I'm speechless, or really "wordless" - and as always, I'll have to post as "anonymous" because I can't figure out how to do it using the other choices
    Love M-m

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  2. I'm excited since I agree that your writing and wit is a valuable skill. Now for a serious idea . . . I have DIVERGENT on my Nook. Is it worth the read and should I spring for the other two books in the series?

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