The main purpose of this site is not this blog – rather the aggregation of my life’s work as a writer. Somewhere in the back of my brain I thought this blog could be beneficial as well, perhaps as a means to portray my personality.
But it’s hard for me.
From my birth year, you could assume I am on board with social networking and the presentation of the self in the virtual world, however quite the opposite is the truth.
I can’t wrap my head around those endeavors, especially Twitter and the idea of updating my “status” on Facebook.
And that’s how I feel about this blog, like I’m supposed to document myself here, tell you all the things I’m doing and the thoughts I’m having.
I guess I missed the boat. No desire lingers within to have a bunch of people I rarely (or never) talk to read that I’m going out to the store for a gallon of milk.
And, if you’re that interested in my life, why not just be my friend in the real world? Call me, ask what I’m up to?
Right or wrong, I’ve always found the idea a little superficial.
With that in mind, here’s my best effort: I’m in New Jersey, sitting in a room where I slept for thousands of nights, letting my mind get the best of me because it is too cold to go outside.