10/07

10/07/05
Procrastination

I'm an awful procrastinator.

Those of you who may have visited this site before (by following the creator links on Gravyboy.com) should be able to attest to that. For more than a year after the site went public, it simply contained the 'biography' that Brian composed for me to fill space until I got around to renovating it.

It went a little something like this:

Born in a small Kentucky village, Marty Blevins began killing his own food with his bare hands when he was but a toddler. Later, he learned that eating roaches was not only unsanitary, but that Gerber Baby Food's Meat and Vegetables dish tasted much better, though not by much.

When his parents moved him and his 18 sisters to North Carolina, he found himself in a time of creative growth where he prolifically wrote poetry in the stalls of his middle and high school restrooms.

His writing style would earn him the nickname "Stinky McWhinesalot".

During college Marty became infatuated with Menudo and attempted to win friends by creating his own fan club. Though sparsely attended, these meetings became a haven of peace and refuge. However, after feeling betrayed by Ricky Martin's rise to solo stardom, Marty forsook the fan club and began to search for purpose in other places. After a short lived stint with the Woodsmen of the World he came into his own at the Rotary Club's Women's Auxiliary.

After 16 years of service and knitting, he ventured forth in corporate America to find his fortune.

This fortune would elude him, however, after investing $6,002,332 in Enron.

Crushed by corporate defeat, Marty and Brian published their first comic, Gravyboy. Despite needing to update information about himself on the website, Marty, for various reasons, continued to put it off.

This left Brian to put down, as best as he knew how, Marty's story.

Close enough. At least the part about the poetry is true.

All this, though, pales in comparison with my life's great procrastination - writing.

My decision to become a writer is not a recent one. In fact, it has been my goal, my dream, my heart's desire since 1st grade (remind me to tell you the story some time). The roadways of life have taken me this way and that, but I've recently come to appreciate just how heart-sick a dream deferred can make you.

So... Here I am... A year late on my bio page and nearly a quarter of a century late on my dreams... but here I am. Feel free to join me in the journey.