Launching into the void

I suppose I’ll state the date, although I imagine it will be posted with this. It’s the second of June, in the mighty year of 2013. Shall I say that I’ve “officially” begun my writing career at this point? It seems a bit odd to say such a thing while sitting at my desk in wet underwear after playing “splash the kiddy pool” with my easily entertained son. There are no substantial feelings of beginning here, no long and treacherous path before me. Or so I like to tell myself…

I write this for myself in the hopes that I can someday come back and look at how far I’ve come. Every journey needs a beginning, as cliche as it feels to say. A starting point for any kind of journey can be difficult to pin down sometimes. I’ll stick the thumbtack here.