I started writing Pot Committed two years ago this month. I had returned to work after taking a week off to play in the 2005 World Series and after some excruiciatingly long staff meeting, I closed my office door, pulled up blogger.com, and started pecking out a post during my lunch hour. Out of boredom, out of creative suffocation, out of wanting to find someone, anyone who related to what I felt about the game of poker and the roller-coaster ride of emotions that comes with learning it. And over the next six months, I got to know the men and women of the poker blogging community, many of whom have become cherished friends.
I had no idea when I wrote that first post that the Hollywood D-Girl stage of my career was about to come to a crashing halt. Or that this tiny little space on the interwebs could open up an entirely new path for me as a working writer. Or that I'd meet a wonderful man at a homegame called "Murderer's Row" six months later and still be with him today.
The easiest part of my decision to start a blog, actually was naming it. As you all well know, Pot Committed has two very different meanings. And until a few months ago, it represented the two halves of my life. In January, I decided to take my poker content over to PokerWorks because, frankly, it was a paying gig and I needed the money. Though I wrote a lot of stuff I'm proud of over there, I started to feel like a kid with divorced parents shuttling from house to house. I had two houses and two rooms, but there was so much moving around that neither place felt like home anymore. I'm so thankful to Linda for the opportunity and wish her and all the other bloggers (many of them those cherished friends I was talking about) continued success, but I must say, it feels so good to be sleeping in my own bed again.
Welcome back to Pot Committed. Did you miss me?