I have no idea what I’m doing

I haven’t written a blog post like this in about four or five years. I used to write them all the time. They varied from embarrassing drunken confessionals in university to embarrassing sober holier-than-thou rants for the university newspaper. A lot of depth to my work, I know.

For the last five years, I’ve been making my living as a copywriter for advertising agencies. Something about having a day job where you write and/or think for eight plus hours a day makes you not want to rush back home to sit at your computer and write some more. Especially when you’re already getting paid to write, even if it is for an eye lash enhancing drug endorsed by Brooke Shields. Instead, I tried using my free time to try other things: photography, improv, stand up comedy, etc.

Those things were and continue to be great, but as cliched and corny as this sounds and reads, I felt like something was missing. Writing used to be something I always did when I wasn’t at school, when I wasn’t working a shit kitchen job, when I wasn’t trying to eke out a journalism career in Edmonton. It was always what I turned to at the end of the day. So I’m turning to it again.

I’m posting this today because god forbid someone thinks this is some kind of New Years resolution to get back to writing like I used to.

How fucking lame would that be?