A dedication to writing...

So here's something everyone is going to call a dumb move.

I'm selling my TV.

That's right. My TV, DVD player, surround sound, entertainment center, all of it. It's going to a good friend moving to Milwaukee at a good price. For the few of you visiting this weekend, enjoy it until he picks it up Saturday.

Why would I go and do something so foolish? Why would I deny myself the God-given right to sit vegetated in front of the glowing boob tube for hours? Well, that right there is the reason. I'm prone to zoning out in front of the thing, doing nothing for hours.

Let's face it, unless I've lived with someone, I've never had cable. I get only two stations in right now. Most of the stuff on TV right now - reality TV, game shows, etc. - is horrible and I have no ambition to watch any of it.

Then there's movies. Boy, will I miss those. The majority of my DVDs will be sold. A select few, I'll keep around in case I want to view them at a friend's house. But, either way, I'll be around another human being to watch them instead of spending even more time alone by myself. That's what's writing time is for.

But what can a news reporter do without watching the nightly news? You'd be surprised. Meredith's out of the area, so the nightly news is useless. Besides, I'll buy a decent radio and listen to the news stations in the area.

So what will I do with all of the spare hours not watching my 100-or so DVDs? Read. Write. Exercise. Live my life. Anything but watch TV.

I've spent too much of my life sitting down, letting someone else use their imagination to tell me how I should see something. For hours, I'd turn my brain off. Not any more. As long as I'm old school, that's living under the assumption people still read for leisure, I'm going the full bout.

In my apartment, you'll find no television. There's no Internet. Just a growing number of books, ones I bought to read and others I have written.

Let's see how long it lasts.