I don’t have a theme. There is no central notion to Tom Being Tom. I don’t fill a niche. I’ve talked about passions in the past, and values and priorities. I’ve talked about football though, too, and about dogs and politics and books. In the old blog I talked about marriage and comic books and whatever else was on my mind that day. That’s what TBT is all about, to be honest. Whatever is on my mind today.
But I don’t write everyday. I consciously avoid doing that. A few times in the past I answered a challenge or two that required a succession of daily entries. A few years ago I blogged every day for the entire month of June. Somehow I came up with a topic; I really don’t know how. And except for a couple of cheat days (one notably stolen from “The Shining“) I wrote what I’d consider lengthy and substantive posts. It took a lot of my time in the mornings and I just about quit blogging after that. Even I had heard enough from Tom.
Still, I persevered. Well, I continued. Persevered indicates struggle and then accomplishment. I wasn’t really struggling with anything and I’ve certainly accomplished nothing substantial with my writing since. I’m not one of the great ones. I’m not the funniest one. I blog. I enjoy it.
A few times I’ve considered going pro. By “pro” I don’t mean making something of myself in the literary world or whatnot, but instead focusing my musings on some niche or passion and taking advantage of SEOs and social media platforms. I could promote that one big thing to the world. I could go get myself dozens (or hundreds or thousands) of more “followers.”
But that sounds like a lot of work.
When I was 31 years old I owned a landscape maintenance business, one I’d inherited from my step-dad. I had fooled around with it for a few years for income and decided to see what could really become of it. I studied marketing, asked other highly successful lawn guys around the country how they got so big, and even got some great templates for ads. I put 10,000 flyers in the local paper. My phone rang off the hook.
I hated it.
I didn’t want to do that much landscaping. I didn’t want my life to be that.
My big marketing push taught me that gardening is fun as an aside but terrible as an occupation. I quit. I literally quit. Tom called Mrs C and said, “Do I really have to do this anymore?” and Mrs C said, “Dear god, no.”
Writing, to me, is like gardening. I like to do it in my spare time but I really don’t want to get stuck doing it every day for the rest of my life. I’ll leave that to the professionals. You know who you are. You’re the best, and I like to tell you that.
But for me, this is enough. Tom, being Tom. So expect that you’ll hear more about football and politics and puppies and Mrs C and pub crawls and superheroes and beer and your challenges and whatever else I happen to have on my mind today.
Just don’t expect me to be all great and stuff. I don’t want to be great.
I just want to be Tom. 😎