About A Blog
I’ve always wanted to be a writer, but I never knew how to go about it or how I should start.
As it turns out, it was fairly easy: just start writing.
My good friend Karl (“The Dude,” whom you will meet herein) and I had talked at length about this topic–or I talked and he was forced to listen. Finally hearing enough of my lament about being a poor tortured artist or whatever–he gave me some good advice.
“Look,” he said, “if you want to be a writer, you have to write. Everything else will fall into place. And even if it doesn’t, you still have to write *first*. You keep talking about it, so do it. You have a computer. Write. Then get back to me, and tell me how it went.”
That was in 2005.
It went pretty well, I thought, actually. I had a computer, we were with MSN, and blogs were the new big thing, and they offered one for free. That’s a good deal right there, I don’t care who you are.
I took to writing like a duck takes to…writing. In addition to new stuff, I had a few things that I had written previous to that time that I passed off as new. My nephew had a website with a forum and a place to write, and several of his friends gathered there, and I joined them.
I don’t know what I was thinking when I first started writing, other than I wanted to write. I had visions of all the novels I wanted to write (and I still do), but that stuff was not immediately forthcoming. Stephen King I was not.
But I did notice that my style seemed to align itself with another style of writing that I like, and that is the essay. Erma Bombeck and Dave Barry were right up my alley. I don’t know why it worked for them, but I have a pretty good idea why it works for me–something about attention span, I think.
And the blog seemed to serve that purpose pretty well. But what was I going to write about? While I wrote about random ridiculous bullshit, the idea formed over time that this blog, this web-log–this web journal–is the perfect place for a journal. I could write a journal. I could write *MY* journal.
So I began. I wanted to write down what was going on in my life currently, but I also wanted to write about the past, and how I got here. It wouldn’t always come to me, but I wanted to make it a journal of my whole life.
And when I began thinking about my career deliving pizza, it was kind of an automatic decision.
So Riding In Cars With Pizza was born–I had some trite, common name for it before for a few weeks, something related to “The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy.” I was truly miffed to find out that I wasn’t the only person who had read those books. But now I had a better, more unique name (if not slightly derivative) as well as a unique and compelling concept. I thought, anyway.
Now we get to the point where I felt the need to move on from MSN, and, as if they were reading my mind, MSN decided that everyone should fuck off and move on from MSN. So with their help I have migrated everything over here, including the archives all the way from the beginning, as well as the comments.
I now begin the process of adding tags and categories to everything, and I’m going to resist the temptation to delete anything–but I will correct grammar and spelling errors when I see them.
Ironically, I started this blog as a practice for writing. It was a way for me to get my feet wet and get used to the idea, and help develop my skills. Why is that ironic? It’s ironic because it seems as though the book I am closest to finishing and trying to get published is what I have gleamed from these very web pages: I pulled the essays that just have to do with pizza delivery and foodservice and working in restaurants, and I’m editing and re-writing them to make a book, hopefully a book that I can pitch to someone.
In the meantime, sit a spell and read some crap. I guarantee that when you are done, some time will have passed.