I told myself I wasn't going to do this. But I did.

See, in all this writing I've been doing (and loving) there's been this nagging burr, wriggling against my side. If I think it’s worth reading (and I do), how the hell do I get it in front of people?

There are folks who I personally know who would love some of these things, but don’t ever see it. If you have a written piece, you’re stuck: putting a link on facebook means nobody sees it, and putting the whole content on means people see it, but all of the important formatting (line breaks, links, bold, italic, even some pictures) are lost. Even the good guys in this space like Day One are being crappy and self-serving, promoting themselves over the writers who use them. The ongoing conundrums on the future of writing and publishing have stopped being bar-room fodder. They affect my day-to-day life, my work.

And because I'm one of those starters, one of those people who sees a problem and has to restrain themselves not to just jump on it, I’m giving in to my vices and writing a publishing platform. Against the better judgement of the left side of my cerebral cortex.

I'm giving myself a week to see if I can write something better than what's already out there. It feels doable.

It's even got a name: Footprints.