Considering the recent announcements involving Geekadelphia, I thought it was about time I told my story of how a blog gave me a life in a big city. Continue reading
I was a writer before I knew I was a writer. I thought like one, acted like one, and read like one.
Now that I’ve fully embraced a passion that was a part of me from the start, I feel a bit more complete. Denying writing would be like denying my love of ice cream, hamburgers, Doctor Who, or Top Gear. It is part of how I identity and has been for awhile. But now, people are starting to identify me as a writer as well and have brought me into their little circles.
I was schooled in metaphors by three middle aged British blokes who power slide cars around a test track.
How could a car show teach me more about writing? Let me explain what I’m on about.
I’m know I’m very late to the game, but I’ve decided to throw my hat into the digital three-ring circus that is the blogosphere! (Sounds a bit like a part of the atmosphere that is full of gelatinous blobs… jello maybe?)