This was a unique and special Christmas in our family and I got a spectacular gift from my daughter… the return of BrightRightLight.com, a website that I put together too long ago to remember in order that I might tilt towards windmills and talk back to the television. I have become, like my old man, a guy who returns fire at the talking heads. Pere had it easy, only getting infuriated by Walter Cronkite and a few lesser lights that followed him. But, I find myself reacting violently to scores of commentators, political actors, limelight lickers and writers/writers/writers who bake my blood to a slow boil. See, I knew I couldn’t handle this. My old man, whose letters (if I can figure out scanning) you will be herein to with introduced to, forewith… only had to bitch about Cronkite. I will be complaining about much more.
By way of introduction, I am a writer “hobbyist.” That’s what I call painters who don’t sell their paintings and actors who are willing to work for free. I once gave a talk to the local Rotary club entitled “My Failed Writing Career” which allowed me speak about all my near misses in the world of screenwriting and even a few of my successes in the world of playwriting. After all, I am a produced playwright. Soon, after I figure out a few digital tricks, big chunks of the crap I have written, screenplays, plays, bad early journals and lots of letters will make their way to the Writing section of this site. And since I am a writing “hobbyist” I will expect any of you taking the boring trek over there to sample the wares, will leave nothing but positive comments, since that 8th grade poem to my crush means a lot to me. Now, if I start charging you half a cent per visit… well, then I don’t really care what you leave behind.
I am the father of two grown-ass children. They are amazing. Just ask them. I am married. She is amazing. I work, selling radio. I kind of suck at it. Unlike my writing career, kind of sucking in this field can still get you paid. Not much, sadly. I am old enough to be retired from blogging. Instead, I am starting. My politics is American liberty. My religion is Christian Beats All Others, which I am not certain is a denomination. My gender is pre-determined. My race is French/Irish. My bias is kindness. I am confident that a whole slew of people will be really sad at my funeral, I am that little of a jerk. My own failures have motivated my children to great heights.
Another name you may come across on this site is Firth Caldwell. I identify with Firth 100%, although, at times, he can fly off the handle speaking about Muslims and Republicans. Don’t be alarmed. He is, like me, in every way, a thoughtful observer of our cultural maelstrom. Unlike me, Firth shamelessly plugs his one book: “Bet: The Mind of Poker” which can be purchased online, or you can order the Word Document “no cover” version of the book for $1.25 from BRL. Crazy Uncle Firth shows up from time to time on this site, but he is always with us in spirit.
My first post is a portion of the interview with President Obama and Steve Inskeep from NPR. I am learning how to cut and paste just the portion of the video that I want. I don’t have a comment on this one, just trying to get the mechanics down. To my kids, thank you for the chance to move some intellectual product. Writing, like poker, is a real sport. Fingers don’t fail me.
— Chip Fortier