I consider myself a writer because I love to create written documentation of any kind.
The best decision I ever made to further my career in writing was to start a blog. Blogs are perfect for creating, sharing, and archiving documentation of all kinds. A problem I faced recently was a crashed database that took with it a small handful of works in which my only copy was stored within the database itself.
Thankfully, all but 4 or 5 pieces were lost, but I’m almost positive I have a backup copy laying around somewhere. Technology is great but it also a medium that, like everything else in this world, is susceptible to its own share of failure.
Some day soon I plan to take my writing and creativity to the next level. I’m thinking of writing another book, this time with a different publisher and a wholly different genre. Something similar to The Areas of My Expertise by John Hodgeman, but of my own creation, of course! And my book would be useful and factual, not comedic fabrications like the style of Hodgeman.
I haven’t even started to pre-plan or write the first page of my new book, but I know that I want the title to be The Contents Of My Head, and I’d like to detail useful bits and pieces and ideas of all the little things that float into my mind.
A handful of people (my family, mostly) have suggested I write a book of wisdom; I’m wise well beyond my years but compiling a substantial collection of abstract ideas is much more difficult than gathering factual information.
One piece of wisdom I tell people is that not everything in life is how you think it should be, but dispensing bits of wisdom is and will always be easier than believing it for yourself. I believe that things should be done the right way the first time and that people should do what’s right and what is fair. Sadly, life isn’t always fair and people will always do what they want with a blatent disregard towards fairness and the feelings of others. I’m almost 30 years old and this is a lesson I’ve yet to accept and one I’m far from mastering.