(lygenztia *100) Century club....

About a year ago I decied I was going to start to record my thoughts, as bizzare as they may seem to others. It was something that I always wanted to do, but just never really found the place to do it until Facebook. From there, I found Google blogs and published there as well.

The one thing that I enjoy the most about my musings are when people comment on them, good or bad. I have had e-mails from people that disagree with me and then apologize. We should never apologize for our opinion, because to have an opinion means that you have engaged some thought into an issue, or idea. I have been around long enough to know that I am not always right. But what I do, is put some thoughts into my ideas, or "arguments".

I would like to write more often, but time constraints greatly reduce my ability to publish as often as I would like. My goal for 2009 is 3 times per week, minimum. I plan to write a book eventually and the blog, for me, is a primer.

One thing that did surprise me about my blog was that there were people that asked me if I had actually written it. A few thought that I just found it somewhere else on the net and re-published it as a lygenztia. I was never quite sure how to take that, but I was never offended...just kind of surprised.

I realized the power of the written and spoken word at a young age, mostly from watching my father. My Dad was the "go to guy" at family functions and did alot of the speaking. I was always amazed at how he could capture the audience and speak with such authority. His words resonated, were meaningful....people listened. Few people have this quality. It can't be taught, you are born with this.

I'm a sentimental man. My rough, gruff exterior and the occasional pugilism as a youngster may disguise this fact, but my sentimentality is well known to those that are close to me. Alot of my thoughts and writings have their origin in sentimentality.

Thus, my conclusion. Some of my blogs are serious, some are just pure silliness, but all are deeply personal. My wife knew how much they meant to me and went to the trouble of having them published in the form of a book, for a Christmas present. I had to hold back the tears when I opened it on Christmas morning.

So, I am an "author" now. I can't even begin to describe how meaningful that book is to me. Not for the content, but that someone thought enough of me and my words to have them permanently etched on paper. Of course the book isn't "published", but its my book. I will always treasure it.

Guess this means I have to keep going.