I Should Be a Writer

At least that's what people tell me. But taking advice like that is how you end up on American Idol having Simon tell you you're the worst bloody singer he's ever heard. Here's how it would go down...

Simon: What is it that you do for a living Brett?

Me: It's Brent.

Simon: No, I asked what it is you do for a living.

Me: I'm an accountant.

Simon: Well if you're as good at accounting as you are at singing, a lot of people will be amending their tax return.

Me:

Simon: Off you go, Brett.

Granted, I'm not a tax accountant, but most people default to that when I tell them I'm an accountant. And I couldn't think of anything else.

The point is, I have to really take people's praise with some grain and a little salt. Sure, I enjoy writing, but people's comments are based on my free-thinking semi-regular observations and anecdotes. These days, blogs like mine are a dime a dozen. Back in the...'90s, I could have maybe used my musings to land me a column in a local rag but these days...pffft. This may be my only outlet.

I do have ambitions to write a novel some day. Thing is, I can only seem to write about what's real. I have a hard time coming up with anything that could actually develop into something. I'm sure if I spent a lot of time on it, I could learn the proper form and how to develop my ideas, but that's going to have to wait. I need to make money for awhile.

I would absolutely love to write a novel that is a smash and allows me to just quit doing the 9-5 and maybe buy a bungalow near the beach while I try to come up with my follow-up novel. Hey, it's been done.

I had this idea for a story once. It actually came to me in a dream. And I remember dreaming that it would be a good story to write about. When I woke up, all I remembered was that I thought it would be a good story for a novel. I can't do much with that.

Another idea I had the other day was this: I wonder if anyone has ever called the wrong phone number, and through a series of events, ended up dating and marrying that person. How would you get from point A to point B? I have no idea. That's the story, but I'm sure it's had to have happened out there somewhere. Or maybe it's a stupid idea.

Now don't steal it.

I suppose I should start small by writing short stories or a novella. I have no idea.

In the mean time, I'll just keep writing on my blog and hopefully you will continue to enjoy it.

For those of you who compliment me on my writing, don't stop (unless you're just sucking up to me so you get a shout-out on the World Wide Web). It's people like you that keep the hope alive that maybe some day I can do something with it.