A Short Trip to the Moon

When I was in first grade I wrote my first short novel "A Trip to the Moon". It was a riveting tale of a boy travelling to the moon and his experiences there among the giant plants that populated it. My mom still has a copy of it somewhere; it's either on the premise that you don't throw away any work from Picasso or that it's just something moms do. Unfortunately none of the major publishing houses picked it up and my career as writer was short lived. It might have helped if I had sent it to those publishing houses and maybe fleshed it out beyond the two pages, double spaced, handwritten copy.

I didn't give up writing though; today I write project plans, financial forecasts and business requirements that are pieces of art in the own right. Unfortunately my audience, the "business", doesn't seem to appreciate these classics of mine and I almost get the impression they think of them as... project plans, financial forecasts and business requirements.

One of the things I love about writing is that it allows you formulate sentences over the course of a hour but only takes five seconds to say out loud. It is incredible how expressive you can get when you float the same group of words in your mind until it feels just right. When talking I tend to not give the slightest consideration of how the words come out. After that crushing blow by the publishers on my first novel and giving up writing as an art form, I talk much more than I write which can get a guy into trouble.

Recent events, however, have unleashed the creative and introspective side in me and led to some pretty bad paintings along with the occasional keeper. A friend of mine, Summer from NiMA, an integrated marketed boutique (I have no idea what that means but it sounds impressive; my exposure to marketing is slightly less than nil other than how to throw out a blatant plug), started her own blog. After my sending of a congratulatory email about her blog she responded that I should start my own.

So today I am returning to the moon. It doesn't have the giant plants of my childhood fantasy, but Summer was right that the view is beautiful.