This Is No Joke - I Want This to Become Something Pretty Refreshing, Fun and Entertaining

Here is a little insight into what I am trying to put together. I am taking this seriously as I can.

This can lead to other writing gigs?

Could it become your daily routine or weekly thing? This may pique your interest and create something you would be okay spending half a minute or a minute.

Need a pick me up; maybe take a look at something Kevin wrote; it is pretty entertaining what he has gone thru =)

The pessimist in me says it is okay whatever happens; it is a commitment to exploring my creativity.

The realist in me says I could be making something of high enough quality that is shareworthy and go for a good story and possibly as something that looks at life and the main topics being 

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automobile and/or racing related in a lighter, unique way.

As Hindsight has a cruel joke, this was all after discussing what I was doing last night with my significant other. This was after completely bastardizing the part for the

Google Business listing and services, what services do you say you offer? And taking it all in a very calm, whatever makes no big whoop matter.

(Possibly putting the "cart before the horse" or even thinking a cart exists and or the material for it exists, but allow me this little daydream)

But, at times in my life, when stressed, inspired, or just daydreaming between going about the daily routine, I was drawn back to writing.

I never had any g-d-given talents athletically.  

Jr High School gym class made that more than relevant to the marrow of my bones. I was that guy, you know, if you want him, or the guy that seems to have no friends.

"It is the peer equivalent of a reality show, the title would be "WHO is NOT THE MOST ATHLETIC EVER in the GYM at this time."

It is like a modern-day Greek 'tragedy' in slow motion, and the most prolonged act is the decision between the two team captains, who are always the "jockiest" of jocks ever, and then the whisper between his best friend.

(Wait, that is the captain on the other team; what I really meant is his OTHER best friend, his second one)

that he chose first after his captain assignment and the slow arm going up deciding on you. Trepidation turns into relief and then embarrassment because you were not the last one this time. Could that guy not even have the 'gym clothes' to wear because this was his first time in the gym? Never mind, you are not last; HOORAY for you. Yep, meh......

As I recall, you can imagine how those unfortunate losers felt after losing the competition knowing their heads would be next on the dirt of the Mayans' Sacrificial Games held so many years ago.

I have always found writing to be a simple joy that comes with ease and fluidity that gives me a feeling like nothing else does besides being in love.

Unfortunately, and fortunately, the amount of time I spend on Grammarly is at least a ¼ if not more than the time I have to dedicate to my writing.

One thing that I need to work on is being disciplined enough to give my complete attention to the readability and or is it coming up short in being too hard to follow. This is the most personal thing that I show to the world.

My ability and/or attempt to bring out what I am seeing, hearing, sensing, and having opinions on things mostly related to the automotive and racing arenas.

I am not an expert on anything, but I enjoy everything about cars and the various forms of automotive racing. 

I was in my early 20's, so around 1996 and 1997, I wrote a little styling rebuke on what I felt about the changes from the Chevrolet Corvette Model C5 to the Model C6. I addressed it to Car&Driver I am almost positive.

I forwarded it to my dad's email as well. It never saw the light of day, but I still remember the joy of telling my dad "Homer," as I called him, and he called me "Bart" after the Simpsons) how much he enjoyed reading it all the same! I remember him telling me that I have a 'gift' for how I write and be creative in this way.

I attempted Journalism at The Ohio State University, but it was far too late with my desired college degree. (why you have to commit at such an age where you know nothing about life 18,19 ironically determines what happens during your life, I will never understand, but be that as it may) Criminology was chosen, and another 2.5 years to get a degree that I only used once or twice. My fault entirely. ADHD was yet to be diagnosed for about 15 or so years later....be that as it may, I got a Degree =) Still Thankful and Blessed =)

What is the Point, You might be asking?

Is it nostalgia that I am going for?

Am I reliving old times?

Sure, talking about cars goes with the memories of my dad.  

Well, I will not get all down about what was then. My soul enjoys writing, and if you enjoy reading it, that is all that needs to be said.

I am still looking for a 'real' job, as my significant other reminds me.

When It Comes Down To It =)

It is an accomplishment if anyone reads anything I have written. I consider that a true honor =)

To sum it up, what was I saying?  

Thank you for reading, and have a great one!