When I was 17 years old, for reasons that eluded me even then, I decided to jump from the hood of a moving car that a friend of mine was driving. The car wasn’t going fast — maybe 20 mph — and we were on a street with very little traffic. Still, the results were predictable. An object in motion tends to stay in motion, and my feet hit the asphalt at 20 mph. Then the rest of me hit the asphalt. I bounced and rolled several feet before coming to a stop in someone’s driveway. Nothing broke, but I had scrapes and bruises all over the place.
Not one of my finer moments.
My friend drove me home, where I cleaned myself up and a put on a shirt that didn’t have gravel embedded in it. Naturally, he wanted to know what the heck I’d been thinking when I jumped from the car. Naturally, I could offer no reasonable explanation for my actions. (The matter of why I was on the hood in the first place is best left alone altogether.)
Twenty years later the problem is obvious. Beyond poor execution of a plan, the plan itself had been deeply flawed. What had I hoped to accomplish by jumping from the hood of a moving car? Even if I’d succeeded, what was the upside?
Well, I suppose I could’ve bragged about it, although I’m not sure my story would’ve moved anyone to admiration so much as pity that I’d even felt the need to attempt such a stunt. Regardless, any resulting notoriety would be short lived. Or worse, it might linger for a lifetime.
Who wants to be known as the guy that jumped from the hood of a moving car?
. . .
I’ve been trying to balance working a full-time job, maintaining three blogs, writing a book, and spending time with my family. The 17-hour work days; the strain in my back, shoulders, neck, arms, and legs; and the shortness of temper that accompanies a general lack of time to “get things done” tell me that I’ve earned an “A” for effort but a significantly lower mark for everything else.
We are finite beings; much as I’d love to, I cannnot do everything.
With this in mind, I’ve decided to take another leap. I’ve quit my job — a very good job, with a very good company whose people have shown me that hard work and passion together form a devastating combination — to pursue my dreams. I will be writing full time for at least the next several months as I work to complete the Ducksnorts book. I’ve saved up some money and made an investment in myself.
I’m still developing a strategy to go with the idea and make this thing sustainable over the long haul. My ultimate goal is to earn a living by writing about baseball full time after the book has been published. I have no clue whether this is feasible — such details can be attended to later. For now, I’ll be writing like crazy. I will do everything within my power to make the Ducksnorts book worth your time and money. I will do whatever I can to make it — as Kathy Sierra would say — kick ass.
This is my commitment to you.
Okay, so what am I asking in return? Mainly, buy the book when it comes out (I’m shooting for late February 2007) and spread the word about it and the blog. This is my passion. After 37 years, I’ve finally figured out what I want to do in life. Help me do it.
Can I be more specific? Sure. Bust out the bullet points:
- If you’re a Ducksnorts reader, keep reading.
- If you’re a commenter, keep commenting.
- If you’re not a commenter, give it a shot; the more voices we add to the conversation, the better.
- If you’d like to support Ducksnorts, feel free to donate via the button to the right or buy some goodies at the store.
- If you’re torn between donating to the cause and buying the Ducksnorts book, please save up for the book; my path is a conscious choice and I’m not starving — let’s spread ideas now and worry about the rest later.
- If you can’t afford anything (or you’re cheap like me), that’s cool; just say hello or something; just let me know you’re out there.
- If you’d like to advertise at Ducksnorts, drop me a line and let’s talk.
- If you’re a publisher looking for a freelance writer, drop me a line and let’s talk; resume and references are available upon request.
- If you’re anyone else looking for somebody who has ideas about baseball and the ability to write about them semi-intelligently, drop me a line and let’s talk.
- If you’re my wife, thank you for indulging me.
- If you’re tired of bullet points, you’re not alone; don’t worry, we’re done.
Okay, that’s the general plan. Thanks, as always, for your support of Ducksnorts. It goes without saying that I couldn’t do this without you.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a book to write. My hope is that we will rock the world, or at least some small portion of it. And if that doesn’t work, you can always remember me as the guy who jumped from the hood of a moving car.