etching away at that first hour

So I read somewhere that if you wanted to be so good at something that someone will pay you. You have to practice around 10,000 hours at the activity to be that good. Now I don’t think that I have put in anywhere near that number for the money that I am receiving at this point in exercising my craft as a cash register operator. But I think that it is safe to say that this rule of 10,000 applies to the jobs and careers of a higher nature. No more necessary but if anything a little more competitive in trying to secure. I couldn’t think of many more awesome options than a happy life supported by a career as a paid writer. So it’s pretty obvious why I am writing this, and it is becoming more and more obvious with each stroke of the key that I need the practice. If not just to teach my fingers where the desired letters are, I blame France and its non-linear keyboards for that. So I have no real topic for my first rant and I don’t feel like BS’ing one. There is a lot going on in my head from topics of which I can strike out into blogging history. My style also in question, “how am I going to be original amongst all the other bloggers?” Will I just rant about what annoyed me that day, will I offer solutions? Does anyone want to hear my opinions on movies and music? Does time spent on writing assignments count as I march to my 10,000 hours, if so will anyone want to read recycled homework papers? The questions couldn’t stop if it wasn’t for that merciless clock at the bottom of the screen telling me it is time to turn in. So as I say ok this is the last sentence and last Bad Brains song, I am excited. Could this be the creative output that will please me and in the best case scenario impress girls that I am really smarter and a better bet than my facial structure relays? We will see, I don’t know if 10,000 hours could make females make that deduction on my account. Thanks.