Oh No I've Said too Much

Once upon a time I fancied myself a writer. As a teenager, I wrote quirky short stories and read them aloud to friends. As a post college graduate, I got paid to write for newspapers, but it wasn’t really the kind of writing I wanted to do and I was broke all the time. I then went into public relations and other than the professional writing I did for work, I stopped working toward my true writing goals and became a cliche. I talked about writing a book, but I was so afraid of my own truth, I stopped writing anything, yet I still referred to myself as a writer. I thank my husband for mocking me for talking more about writing, than actually writing. There’s only so far a husband's level of support can go before it dilutes the other person’s ability to succeed. Thanks for calling me out on this repeatedly Jay.

Here’s my attempt to reclaim the working title of writer. I want to thank my cousin, Life Coach Paige, for encouraging me to write this blog. I also want to say right off the bat that the kind of writing I intend to include in this blog is inspired by my favorite pop cultural essayists – Tom Wolfe and Chuck Klosterman. And yes, 
the title of the blog is an homage to my favorite Black Crowes song.

My only criteria for starting a blog, is that it be as truthful and authentic as possible. I made a vow to myself that I would share warts and all experiences here in this space. While it would be less uncomfortable to write mostly about the pleasant things in my life, I would be doing myself a huge disservice if I didn’t write about everything. This is also an attempt to highlight my writing abilities so that I can eventually get the kind of writing job I have always wanted. 

I hope to share insight, write essays about pop culture, religion and the travails of life in this forum. For those of you saying, what the frig’ does Jill know? Well, I can only say that I will work diligently to make myself worthy of your interest.