For many readers you may have noticed that my blog has been erratic in terms of the timing and the frequency of my posts.  I post a blog entry every now and then, writing blog entries whenever I feel like it, and posting even less consistently.   So what would seem like a “noble effort,” or “good intent” on my part, actually turned out to be a product with an erratic output of various posts on various subjects.   Not to toot my horn, but I consider myself a “good writer.”  Not on the level of Hemingway, Clemens, or Fitzgerald, but one who is conversant, readable, and interesting.  A writer who communicates clearly; someone who brings thought provoking content to the screen regularly.   My aim is to continue my quest for writing, and offer some constructive thought provoking content to an Internet sea of convoluted, confusing, conspiracy theories that are so much of the blogosphere today. 

Since I mentioned “Hemingway,  Fitzgerald, and Clemens,” let me say from the outset, that I am NOT a writer of fiction.  At least, not a writer of fiction on this blog.  Of course, I could be.  I quite frankly have never attempted to write a work of fiction.  And, while I certainly have nothing against writing fictional accounts, such as novels, novella, or “short stories,” that does not mean I won’t attempt to write works of fiction.  I certainly could give it a try.  In fact, you never know.  I could write a best selling novel and recieve a Pulitzer Prize for my efforts.  But, let’s just say BEFORE I attempt to write a book of magnificent fiction, I would be better served by READING more works of fiction, just to see what other authors have to offer, so I can get an idea of how to write such fictional works.

I have never been a reader of quantity through my life, but I do read from time to time.  But if you asked me to list all the authors I have attempted to read, the list is not too long.  I just finished reading F. Scotts Fitzgerald’s “The Great Gatsby” for the first time in my life.  The Great Gatsby is undoubtably on many readers’ and writers’ lists of “favorite novels” that they have read in their lifetimes.  The Great Gatsby has repeatedly been assigned to high school and college freshmen in all schools since Fitzgerald’s classic was rediscovered after the Second World War after it was included in a reading series designed to entertain American GIs abroad to ease the bordem and home sickness they faced fighting an enemy on a foreign shore.  I was never assigned it, but it is one of those classic books, along “Moby Dick,” “A Farewell To Arms,” and even works such as “Crime and Punishment,” and “The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe,” that I have never read but heard about my entire life.  I have participated in Moby Dick marathon readings for about a dozen years in Mystic Seaport in Connecticut,  so I did “read” that book or large portions of it, and I did try to get through portions of Crime and Punishment, and other works of classic fiction.  So on second thought, I have read a few works of classic fiction.  But reading is not exactly something I do ON A DAILY BASIS.  So I tell myself, there is still time to catch up on my reading of classic works.  I have heard that the more I read, the better my writing may improve.   I am willing to test my hypothesis on this matter.

So for now, let me close by saying that I am NOT NECESSARILY a writer of fictional accounts in the form of a novel, or a written story or narrative.  But, just as someone who starts a workout regime for the first time, there is always that first time of climbing on that excercise bike or diving in the pool for the first time.  So you never know.  I may be the next “Hemingway” waiting to be discovered.  I just have to wait to be “discovered” for the first time, by none other than the fiercest literary critic I know….MYSELF.