Writing Things

So, it appears that I ought to be writing more things.  I do it sometimes but I understand that I should do it more.  I understand that I could even make money writing about things.

Occasionally, I tell people that I do a little freelance writing and they seem impressed.  This is like being impressed at a tax accountant or a plumber.  It’s not that those aren’t important positions but they do those things because they can.  And I do what I do because I can.  If everything was perfect, I’d be good at something else, like heart surgery but those aren’t the cards I got dealt. 

Like anything, one’s craft must be perfected.  I can’t type well.  I tend to digress.  My brain has some sort of weird lateral thinking tendency which will allow a straight story about buying cheese to end up including three paragraphs about the song about the blue corn moon from Pocahontas.  Which is why I need to refine.

And in 20 years, everyone can buy a copy of William Mancke: A Life Less Extraordinary.

Hang onto your butts.