Copyright © 2014 By Ralph F. Couey
November 3, 2006. That was the day I went to the Blogger website and officially opened "Race the Sunset" with a post about Ben Rothlesberger's motorcycle accident. Tonight, some 7 years and 9 months later, I am penning the 500th post on this blog.
Writing was, in my youth, something I avoided with every trick of deception I could muster. But as I grew older, I realized that in my life's experiences I had acquired a voice, and something to say. We were living in Somerset, Pennsylvania at the time, a place where winter generally begins in mid-October and doesn't relinquish it's grip until mid-May, with an average of 100 inches of snow hitting the ground in between. That leaves a lot of long winter evenings in which to explore the inner reaches of the mind and soul. I began to write in fits and starts, learning a lot about content and how to construct a sentence along the way. And how to self-edit. Eventually, I acquired enough confidence to submit some pieces to the local newspaper. The first thing published was an entire page devoted to the beginning of motorcycle season. I still have the aluminum print plate, although it's faded quite a bit.
My foray into becoming a columnist began with a strict ration of one piece per month. Eventually that increased to once per week. I remember with great joy and pride the day when the Johnstown Tribune-Democrat editor told me, "You were just too good to keep out of the paper."
A few months later, I began to submit to the other local paper in Somerset. I was told that due to the close proximity of the two papers that I would have to write separate columns for each. Now I had gone from writing one piece per month to writing two per week. In addition, I picked up an occasional column in the Pittsburgh Post Gazette and a few other smaller papers in the northeast. I was having the time of my life. I was an honest-to-God newspaper columnist with a loyal following.
But the only consistent thing in life is change. My day job, a small federal agency, was shut down, my co-workers scattered to the four winds. I ended up in Virginia, after cutting my ties to the two Pennsylvania papers. After all, I reasoned, how could I be a "local columnist" from 200 miles away? I had, by this time also acquired a bit of an ego with regards to my writing and blithely assumed that I could pick up another columnist slot there. Things however came crashing down to reality. My submissions to the many local papers were completely ignored. In a short period of time, I went from being a columnist to just another free lancer with a dream.