Call me “Murphy.”
I’m in the midst of one of the biggest life crises anyone could ever have.
The crisis began at the end of March, 2016, and if you’re suspecting… you’re right, as I’m writing this, the situation is still unresolved. You’ll learn why. As I said, it’s grotesque and bizarre.
Along the way, I’ve discovered that an injured person, just like a wounded animal, can have an unexpected viciousness about them; an impulse to do harm to the offender in return, even though that behavior is, logically speaking, self-defeating. Put more succinctly: my reaction to the series of heart-rending events I describe in my blog has been less than admirable. I intend to confess my sins in an effort to purge my leaden conscience.
I am a small-business IT consultant, but I’m also making some promising headway toward a new career as a free-lance editor. I’m highly-educated and very well-traveled. Я говорю по-русски без проблем и почти без акцента (I’m fluent in Russian). I am also conversant in several other languages. I’m a jack-of-all-trades, really—a classic Renaissance man who can sip cocktails with world leaders (I have) as easily as I can chug beer with steelworkers, build a shed, paint a house, or fix a broken lawnmower. I’ve been a loving, doting husband and a focused, attentive father… except for moments when I haven’t been able to control myself quite as well as I would like to think I could. But that doesn’t mean I’m doomed to continue along that path. There’s always room for improvement.
I wish you well, and I hope you find inspiration, guidance, and encouragement in my thoughts, experiences, and, in particular, my mistakes.
PS: I was recently inspired by something one of my favorite writers wrote many years ago. That’s why I started this blog.
“Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it—don’t cheat with it.”
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms