Mondays and Wednesdays? Tuesday/Thursday? At will? On-demand? Whenever?

When am I going to post?

I feel like I should stick to a schedule, or at least make an attempt, as much as I can. I don’t really want to post only when I feel like it, because I’ll never feel like it. Ok, not really, but if I wait to post only when the time is right, if i wait until I’m in a good mood and centered enough to feel the inspiration, well we’ll all be waiting for a while for that.

Fake it ’til you make it, isn’t that what they say? So I’m going to pick a posting schedule and try to stick to it until coming here to jot stuff down is second nature.

I think I’ll shoot for Mondays and Thursdays.

Mondays will probably be a weekend recap or something similar. Thursday will more likely be a little slice of what’s in my head at the time. Scary, I know.

And not to say that I won’t post on the random Tuesday or Friday. I’m a big geek for history, so some of what I want to do here will involve pictures and explanations of Baltimore/Maryland/whatever history and why-you-should-give-a-crap.

The other thing I need to work on is writing like I talk and not like some stodgy 80 year old professor of crumudgeonlyness or something. So, yeah. sorry about that.

I hate mission statements.

They don’t provide vision. They don’t map strategy. No matter what fancy words are used, they all boil down to the same message. ‘We’re going to be the best at what we do’. Well, duh.

There will be no mission statement here. There will be no synergy, nothing value-added, nothing leveraged. Here, at the beginning, there is only me and my words.

Hi.

This is, and will be, the story of a life. Of a boy and the girl who loves him. It will be told from the boy’s perspective because, well, it’s his website. And he’s kind of vain like that.

The story started long ago. It twisted and turned, as stories do. Charcters came and went, fortunes rose and fell. Friends were made; so were enemies. It was, and continues to be no spicier a story than anyone else could tell. But it is his story, and the whole point of being here is to tell it.

It might not come in order. Scratch that: it definitely won’t come in order. It’s going to start somewhere in the middle. It’ll jump backward from time to time. It might make side trips, it might jump all over the place.

But here the story starts. Starts again, for the first time.

Having a hard time figuring me out? Hell, I’m having a hard time figuring me out. But here’s where I’ll do it. On the web, here I am.

And here I go…