Here I am. My first post.
I have the tedious fate of being yet another Smith, hence my choice of blog.
There is the Blacksmith, the Silversmith, even the Goldsmith; but me, I am just the regular type. Now seems the moment, when I can call myself what I like - to lift burden of four decades of being yet another Smith. It is surprising how the anonimity of seeing your namesake presenting the news or writing in a national newspaper or competing in international sporting events, eventually makes you feel a little inferior. Since all the other Stephen Smiths have lifted themselves to either prominence or notoriety, it leaves one feeling all the more anonymnous. Having failed to I elevate my Stephen Smith to anything other than random common ancestry, have instead opted for a name change.
Wordsmith. Either Stephen Wordsmith or just plain old Wordsmith will do, or maybe Smith Wordsmith. Either way, through this blog I get that little bit of uniqueness that I have longed for since Mrs Bust's class all those years ago, when Sarah Smith and I were both on the register as plain old S Smith. It just seemed so unfair, when Mark Pytlokowski and Mark Czubakowski had such unique identities notwithstanding the fact that they both looked up when the teacher called 'Mark!'
I guess that's the point.
We all want to be unique.
My blog will be unique - even if I am not!
Wordsmith
