Who am I? Well, that's a question, isn't it. It is a question I often ask myself, and I'm sure you do too.
The very short answer (in my case) is: I am a ghost writer who haunts the corridors of the corporate and public policy world. I've been making my living as a ghost for quite a few years, with varying degrees of success. I've written more speeches than I care to admit to, along with the usual assortment of things people want to see their name on but don't want to produce themselves.
I haven't kept track, but a good guess is that I've produced hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of words, flaring briefly in the light of day and fading into obscurity, while I remain lurking in the shadows happily anonymous. It's not a bad life. And I've learned a bit about how to put words together.
It has also been a life put on hold. I've always wanted to be a writer, but being a ghost writer wasn't really what I had in mind when I first got the urge back in 3rd grade. The ghost thing really came about by accident, and continued while I procrastinated and put off and generally dithered on about becoming a "real" writer -- a writer of stories that give shape and substance to all the obscure yearnings of the heart, all the dreams of adventure and romance that haunt our buried lives.
It is really time for me to stop all the dithering, and get on with growing up and trying to write what I want to write. That is what this blog is about.
We'll see how it goes, shall we?
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