Just recently, I added “writer” to my LinkedIn profile. That was a big step too.

Thanks for sharing your story too, Tom… and I loved the Irish Lion (sounds like you did too)

So glad I took a moment to read this post. I took this step just this past year after my Myspace page/blog got wiped out. I had been writing in it for over a year, and it seemed like it had served its purpose, and that it was time to do things a little differently. I asked my brother for blog ideas, and one day he sends me a WordPress blog link and says, “Do this.” It had my full name at the top!

I took the opportunity to think over what I had been doing, and what I wanted to do in the future. I decided to stick with the blog he set up for me, and to really put myself out there, because semi-hiding hadn’t gotten me where I wanted to be.

Of course, NOT hiding hasn’t immediately equated to putting me where I want to be, but it’s a big step in the right direction. I’ve been contacting a still small, but undeniably wider group of people. Progress is a good thing. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.

Oh, and I spent the night before graduation at the Irish Lion.

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I “stumbled upon” this blog page. Oddly fitting that as I struggle to find my “voice”, it should be about “coming out of the closet”.

I write – have done for over ten years now. But not fiction. I write for an online food ‘zine ( http://www.seasoned.com ) and what started out as informational, how-to, and food related, has evolved into opinion, commentary, ruminating.

And now I want to take it further.

We shall see.

But enough about that, well done, Jamie. I like what I’ve found on your site so far. I’ll be back!!!

On the voice thing, I don’t expect any changes. Here’s a little story that might help explain:

My father was a police officer and he was very good at sniffing out trouble. So, I pretty much got caught for every bad thing I did growing up.

However, rather than learning to be sneaky, I found out that is way more fun to be bad and own up to it from the start.

The only exception to this was the bachelor party I held for a pal of mine. We had it at my parents house while they were on vacation. I would have gotten away with that one too if the “entertainment” hadn’t brought a pink feather boa. Thought I swept them all up, but it turns out I missed a few.

We had a good laugh about that one, even though the old man was pissed that I didn’t take pictures.