10,000 hours…. keeping tapping away.

I was working as a stock boy in a grocery store and i was telling one of my work buddies that I was going to be a writer. A customer a few feet away stopped and said if you’re going to be a writer you must write. I went off to college and study language and marketing, still thinking about this writing thing. One day I stopped in the writer’s workshop and spoke with a counselor. She gave me an assignment. I completed the assignment and turned it in. She butchered it with a red pen. She was stern and tough and I ran. I stopped writing. I put it aside. The dream kinda died. I just didn’t think it was practical. I got it to management. That was the ticket. I could manage people. That would satisfy me. Well i did that for 25 years and now i am unemployed starting a new chapter. I have started to write again. 3 pages a day regardless. i don’t know if it’s any good. I am just taking the initiative like you speak about above. I write. If I get stuck I write some more.

That’s for the writing. It makes me remember to just do the work and not worry too much about the result.

Ciao Ciao