Am I the Only One? Say it isn't so.

So here I am.  The beginning of the blog. The brilliant one-liners failing me.  It's time to come clean. I've been living a double life. I have been writing for as long as I can remember, but I've also been working in "an official capacity" for just as long.  My day job is not just a day job, it's a career.  My writing is the farthest thing from a career.  What is holding me back?  Fear of mediocrity.  So, ignoring all sense of reason and decorum, I've chosen to write a blog so everyone can comment on the lacking prose I post.  If, of course, there is prose posted.  That remains to be seen. There are real writers out there who will read this and roll their eyes, willing me to get off the fence or stop offending writers everywhere with my whining.  There are career ad agency/marketing/technology types (how I spend my waking hours) who will also feel I need to get off the fence -- and stop pretending I could eventually be a real writer.  What does that mean, anyway, a real writer?  At the very least, it's a writer who writes every day...or...when things are hectic...every week.  With this blog, I hope to explore what I do every day, what I'm supposed to be writing every night, and all the things in life that conspire to get in the way.