Some of you follow me on Medium, Substack, or my blog, others may know me from posts like this, this, or this. If you just found me and don’t know me at all, I’m Frank. I live in Howard Beach, New York, with my wife Esther and our son Cristian.
I’m a photographer by trade, but prefer sitting at a keyboard to being behind the lens of a camera. Some call me a content creator; I call myself a writer. I started blogging when my wife was pregnant. I thought being a 50-year-old first-time father would be good for a few laughs.
Some successful bloggers graduated to podcasting. Some are good; some are mediocre; many are stab me in the ear with a blunt object to make it stop bad. Oh wait, I could stop listening?
At least when I write, readers hear their voice while reading mine. The New York accent is extra. I’ll try not to ramble, but I make no promises.
WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING?
Aging.
My 60th birthday came and went. Esther has been busy building a private practice as a therapist, and Cristian just turned 12. I worked on my memoir, then took a break; Writer’s Block and edits slowed me down. Editing a manuscript is like trying to solve a Rubik’s Cube. You’re hesitant to break up what’s been completed, but you need to do so you can complete the project.
I haven’t created new content in over two years. My only consistent writing is in my journal.
WHAT ELSE HAVE I BEEN DOING?
Like everyone else, I watched day-to-day life take on a reality show vibe. Social media has made people less social and divided them into two armed camps: red and blue. The upcoming midterm elections are going to make for lively conversations around the Thanksgiving dinner table.
The rise of AI, sorry, I’m not calling it SI, and data centers have me waiting for the machines to take over. Where are you, John Connor?
Online resources and streaming media make life more convenient, but they can be overwhelming too. Remember, you can turn off the YouTube or TikTok video, or stop listening to the talking heads droning on and on, when they’re piss you off.
Life is difficult enough. It’s important not to let these outside distractions keep you from experiencing life.
For me, life starts at the keyboard, so I’m back.