This is where my ambition goes to die.

The name for this blog originated from a song lyric from the band Secret Machines, formally known as "The Secret Machines." The line from Last Believer, Drop Dead from their self-titled album, sans "the," proclaims: "I'm a graveyard of hope and a dump of ambition. I'm sitting on the edge of a wading pool, fishing."

These words have always resonated with me. I can recall first hearing it when I was in Cincinnati, Ohio; I had gotten a copy of the album, as the kids would say, "back in the day," and during my regular weeks of travel for work, I would tend to pop in a new album I hadn't heard before and listen through it a few times on my long drives throughout various states.

I had rented a yellow Chevrolet Camaro shortly after they were released. The company I worked for at the time only covered a type of car exclusively, so I paid out-of-pocket for the upgrade to enjoy a week in Kentucky and Ohio driving in style. The sound system on this baby was incredible and thumped; it was 100? Fire? I don't know, but you get it, and more so, you could handle what The Secret Machines was putting out.

For Last Believer, Drop Dead, you're initially introduced to a cacophony of drums. Then, a slow drum for a few bars while the guitar effects stylings of late Benjamin Curtis come full center... well, sorta, as the guitar slaps back with the effects (you would think I would know what that's called, given I worked at a music instrument retailer for 13yrs, but I've deleted that knowledge and have since replaced it with memories of my child as he grows up), the sound pans throughout the car in a swirling motion that makes you feel like you had just done a complete 360 turn before dying in the basement of one the speakers and then Curtis adds a few licks to really open the song more.

It was a fun listen. One that garnered looks from the punk kids in the parking spot next to me in front of a gas station. And, though I was a fan of the band before, Last Believer, Drop Dead had entered my musical lexicon for the rest of time. Now, nearly 16 years later, I'm naming my blog after it.

Welcome. My name is Tyler Foran, I write books, articles, wrongs, and more! This blog is meant to bring you into the world of a writer trying to make it organically, with limited to no help from others. You will see how this fails repeatedly and where failure is just another word for "whatever." Come back often to find out what's going on with my journey, my struggles, and where my ambition goes.

Thanks for reading.

TF