My name is Robert. I’m Lucky.

Earlier this year (2008), I stopped for a moment to assess my life. In March, I had my first child and it really puts the onus on your to stop being a child yourself. At 31 years old, I was little different than I was at sixteen. I put my head up from the rat race and wondered how in the hell I got here.

I was working remotely from Australia as an online marketing consultant for a small, but quickly growing firm back in the USA. For a company that size, you wear a lot of hats, which worked because I have a fairly broad, though not as deep, skill set. But not once in my life did I say that I wanted to be a graphic designer, an SEO, a usability analyst, or a client manager. Yet somehow I was up at 4am on conference calls, managing projects, intercepting client complaints, and trying to find a shred of me that found any satisfaction in what I was doing.

It just sort of happened. While I was good at it, I realized that everyday I spent in this profession, a small part of Lucky was dying. Everyone I know had heard my wistful longing to be a big-time writer. My lifelong dreams were slipping away. I’m married, I have a newborn son. Who knows when the next time would be that I had a moment for introspection. 40? 50?

So I retired.

I’m now balancing my role as a full-time dad while my wife works and as a writer. My wife always made way more money than I ever did anyway. I guess that what happens when you have a plan for your life rather than just bouncing around with no direction.

Here I am, armed with only my laptop, chasing the dream.

I’m accompanied by my faithful companion, Bingo. He likes to think he’s the smarter one.  Together we’re working on two projects.  The first is the blog, though in reality its more like a daily column of my thoughts on various subjects.  The second is the writing and my first novel.

I could tell you more about me, but the best way to continue is to start reading.  Enjoy!