Earlier in 2018, I told myself I should write more; basically blog more. I have, not as much as I originally felt I should. Though, under the heading of knowing oneself, I know I’m not as inclined to write, write, write. I can write. During the completion of my Bachelor’s degree, one instructor was adamant that I needed to (at least) work towards a Master’s. She felt my writing was at that level. At the risk of appearing arrogant, I agree, it is.
Knowing myself, I am more apt to speak, to photograph, to play the instrument that mandated I live my life with a focus on it. Maybe this is an excuse. Are blogs even on anyone’s radar? What’s my aim? To write in a magazine? Could be cool. One former contributor to a couple of guitar magazines spoke of the thanklessness involved in reviewing gear, just to have editors reword his offering so the manufacturer isn’t displeased.
The concept of New Year’s Eve resolutions is irritating. Needless to say, we all have the option to present ourselves with a commitment to engage in work, or play, possibly even both. How will I enter 2019 on the east coast of the United States? Considering I do my “best thinking” when the clock is running out, I have less than a quarter of a day to figure it out.
Alex Kelley 