I used to write for fun. In the mid-to-late 90’s, I wrote book reviews for a local weekly arts and entertainment rag. It was a blast. Read a book. Write a review. Do it again. I picked the books. Submitted whenever I wanted. If only I had gotten paid.

After a while, the hockey columnist — in those days, strangely, my very southern town had a very popular minor league hockey team — left to resume a career in sports management. I was tapped to write a weekly sports column.  This was less fun. Topics were limited. Deadlines were more regular. Although it was considered a column instead of a news article, the content still had to be timely. Eventually life got busy and I stopped.

In 2000, I took a job as a tech. writer. This was great. I loved technology. I loved writing. Perfect. It was an enjoyable job, but I would hardly call describing the ramifications of selecting or clearing a checkbox in a dialog box fun. Ten years on, I decided I liked the tech. part better than the writing part and moved into software development.

After a few years away, I’m ready to write again. About what, I don’t know. Now that my kids are a little older (youngest is almost 9) I’ve been reading a lot again. In fact, it was writing reviews on Goodreads that I rediscovered the joy of writing. And with the help of Pandora and Spotify, I’ve been exploring new and new-to-me music again. Those seem like good topics.

I’m sure other topics will present themselves as well. I hope some posts will be sublime. I’m sure some will be ridiculous. Whatever I write about, I’ll be writing for fun again.