Given the rash of layoffs facing journalists and the debate about fake news, one might think its a bad idea to join the trade. But bad ideas often make for great stories so I think I'll jump right in...sort of.
I'm no journalist.
I have no degree in gender studies.
I am not a 37-year-old woman with 6 cats.
I don't claim to be anyone's voice and I love politically incorrect memes. So again, I'm no journalist and I won't pretend to be. I'd rather take up the mantle of a writer. After all, I don't want to limit myself. I have so many ideas just waiting to become manifest. My imagination is like a brooding soup. The question is where do I begin?
Perhaps a short story. Mystery and intrigue, love and hate, justice and revenge.
Or maybe a true story. My past is dotted with misadventure and the retelling these stories has become a common request among my friends.
I could pen a deep and insightful piece to inspire you while you sip your morning coffee. Sometimes we need a little more than caffeine to start our day.
What if I play devil's advocate and stir the pot with some political commentary to rile the readers for better or worse?
And I am a Chef by trade. I would be delighted to share some tips and tricks to pimp your plate and wow your guests the next time you host.
Yes!
Yes to all of it!
Yes, my new friends, I have ideas and I look forward to bringing them to life with this, my new mandate, the noble craft of writing. In the spirit of new endeavors I offer my mantra:
"Adversity and Adventure... begin much alike."
So I hope you read this with the same sense of anticipation as I had in writing it. For what will be to follow might be my greatest adventure yet.
Oh...and you can call me Lucky.
Lucky Von Conrad.
Until next time fellow steemers, keep thinking out loud.
