Feeling My Way

I wonder if I know what I’m getting myself into?

I’ve been writing off and on for most of my adult life, in one form or another. I’ve written local columns for a small newspaper, ad copy for radio and TV (local only), flyers for realtors, course work and instructional materials, and even some stand-up comedy. I’ve been writing for International Living Magazine freelance for a couple of years, and now that I’ve retired from being a network/computer tech, I work for them as a retained writer, the new Ecuador Coast Correspondent.

I enjoy writing, and would like to do more of it. Everything I’ve read about working as a freelance writer said “you have to have a blog!”

So kicking and screaming, here I am. Another blogger, just what the world needs.

But first, I have to get the site working right.

I thought it would be easy, after all, I worked in the computer field since a portable computer was the size of a suitcase, and floppy drives (which most of you have probably never seen) were the size of 45rpm record. Which, come to think of it, most of you have also probably never seen.

Anyway, so far it has been a real bitch-kitty. I’ve spent most of this lovely Sunday afternoon here on the Pacific coast of Ecuador clicking back and forth, trying to figure this crap out.

Confession time – this first post is mostly just to see if the freakin’ thing is working right now.

Hopefully, things will get better, and I can settle down to the purpose of this blog. I will be expanding on some of the articles I’ve written for IL, and also sharing some observations of life in foreign lands. I plan to make it more than that, however.

I’ve found that the more you travel and the more you see, the more you start to understand that where you are sometimes does not matter as much as how you got there. Is the journey the thing, not the destination? Or is your destination determined by the journey?

Let’s see if we can find out.

Also, now let’s see if all these words actually make it online, or if I am going to go to the kitchen, watch the fishing boats, and drink a large quantity of rum.