OK I'm not famous, or infamous.  I don't own a country, have my own perfume line or a car named after me.  So there is no reason for anyone to read my boring old blogs. 
    Are you kidding?  Sure most aren't as exciting as I had hoped they would be.  But that doesn't mean they aren't any good either.  I am a terribly interesting person actually.  What makes me say that, huh? 
    I love animals and music.  I love chocolate and water ice and pretzels.  I collect the strangest things anyone I know has ever heard of collecting.  Still sounds boring.
    Let me go on.  I love Halloween and anything scary.  I am sarcastic and have an intelligent sense of humor.  That also doesn't mean that I don't find people walking into poles funny too.  I'm afraid of the ocean.
    Average, right?  Sure.  Why not?  But then again, I know some Spanish, German and Swahili and a few phrases in Latin.  That all just makes me sound like a nerd though. 
    So what does it take to be a popular writer.  Skill I'm guessing.  But a lot of that is hereditary or natural talent and a lot of that is what you learned.  So do you need talent or do you need to go to Harvard? 
    Do you need fans before you start out, or do you start out trying desperately to get fans.   I really admire Stephen King.  That means nothing in this but it did pop into my head just now.
    Maybe I don't want to be a writer anyway, maybe I want to be a comedian.   Could I have picked a harder profession?  Maybe, actress or singer.  That last one would be really hard because I can't sing. 
    I can sort of play the guitar.  Well, I only remember how to play something for about a week and I can't read tabs.  Any type of music actually.
    So what do I want to do?  Who knows, especially me.