Everyone has something that they do well. Whether its a singular athleticism that vaults one above the ranks of myriads of high school ball players into the pros, an unerring ability to see what people desire and find a way to supply it, or an amazing gift of expression, we look at some people and express our admiration in the one way that matters i American society - we PAY them!
Since I was a child, I knew that I would not be likely to follow in Ernie Bank's footsteps, nor was I likely to continue my father's stellar work with Neu View Disposal Services. For the former, my arm strength was not enough to catch the eye of the Chicago Cubs, and for the latter, I just did not know enough about vehicle maintenance to keep those trucks running. There was something that I did reasonably well, though. I could put words together in ways that others found interesting, even enjoyable.
I have indulged this talent in two ways, so far. Going to school to get a degree has allowed me to write on a wide variety of subjects, and my professors seemed to have a good time reading my work, at least, based upon the grades they gave me. The rise of social media, such as blogging sites and the ubiquitous Facebook, has given me a place to comment, explore, and create. Unfortunately, neither of those venues, however, generates that form of approval that makes it worth the time that I enjoy spending (smile).
I am about to present a project that I would like to turn into a book. I would like your thoughts about it. If it works for you, then I will offer it to everyone else. Thus, I am, as it were, giving you an opportunity to invest in a major life decision. How often do you get to do something like that?
Of course, as the saying goes, "with great power comes great responsibility." I want your honest assessment. Please don't make light of this, and, on the other end of the spectrum, don't blow smoke up my... well, you know. Just give me your honest thoughts, and I'll take it from there.