In The Beginning.
I'm not much of a writer.
My professors can easily attest to this fact. Even beyond academia, I have never spent much time producing anything of note or merit. My last published work came in Grade III and it sold all of four copies. For many reasons, Grade III was a big year for me and I have since spent most of my time stuck in various stages of writer’s block. Undaunted by my repeatedly failures, I agreed to write (semi-frequently) for the student section of the TWU Blogs website. What transpires next remains a mystery to author and audience alike.
Despite my present affliction, I still fancy myself as someday the author of a best-selling book. Perhaps, years from now, I will recall my current experience as the foundation for my success. As such, I should start with the basics.
Title
Still to be determined. Potentially one of the following:
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Daniel Reynolds:
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To The Fullest:
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Why Me?
Subtitle
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His Life, His Legacy
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How Life Without Facebook Means Living Without Limits
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A Mediocre Student Tries To Reconcile His Ill-Fated Decision To Blog
Dedication
For Mom, who once cited Exodus 20:12 as explanation for my anticipated short tenure on Earth. Thanks for never losing faith in me.
Acknowledgments
K. Young, from whom much is given and to whom I can never fully repay.
Bill Simmons. B. Weir. Thomas Hunt. David Stern. Stefan Mathis Photography. And everyone else who has been part of the process.
Disclaimer
This publication contains extreme sarcasm. Reader discretion is advised. The material is trivial in nature and will rarely contain factual information or anything of substance. The publication is not recommended for a mature audience.
Preface
I must begin with a confession. I’ve never done this before.
That may not come as a surprise to most, but I still feel that it warrants mention. Perhaps more significant is that fact that I once criticized the entire concept of “blogging.” Who sits at home, rambling into cyberspace a message that no one actually reads? The answer, apparently, is me. If anything, this will be an exercise of humility. Humbling for me and potentially damaging for my audience (assuming such a thing exists)
For that I must also begin with an apology. It will become increasingly apparent (if it has not already) that I do not have a clue what I am doing. For the most part my writing resembles my life – chaotic, spontaneous, and ridiculous. The result is likely a bizarre compilation of a wide variety of subjects without any cogency and coherency. Please understand that it’s not you – it’s me. Somehow I live under this false pretense that what interests me automatically fascinates others. I will eventually learn that is not true.
Until that happens...
[Introduction and Chapter One coming soon]