A roundtable of white staring at the palm trees blowing in the wind.
This is Palm Springs on a Sunday in May, where the sunshine is abundant and a pool is only a short distance away.
I sit writing my inaugural post with some excitement and fury. Excitement at the journey that lies ahead, but fury at an article that I read in one of my go-to publications that won't be named,
My fury lies in the copying of an idea that I had pitched to the anonymous publication about an article that wound up getting published by a different writer.
I saw an angle. I saw a story. But they didn't hear my voice.
But that's how it goes in the world. And I take to the pages of my own venture to humor the muse inside that's been itching to make its way into the pages of greatness.
As I walk outside to the Palm Springs sun, to enjoy my last few hours before heading back to the busy lifestyle that Los Angeles breeds, I leave with excitement and a renewed outlook. Because one unpublished idea, doesn't mean you can't make your mark.