Allow me to introduce myself.
I am Martin C. Fredricks IV, the fourth Martin C. Fredricks in a line that now includes my great-grandfather, grandfather, father, myself and now my son, Martin C. Fredricks V. (Click for more on THAT part of the story.) More importantly, I am a husband, a father and a son.
I am a writer.
I write from North Dakota, one of the deepest red states in the Union. It can be a challenge for someone who’s way, way left of the Democratic Party establishment and the state’s Democratic-NPL. But, to quote a favorite character, “The Dude abides.” It also helps that I’m in the Red River Valley, right on the border of North Dakota and Minnesota – looking east from my doorstep I can at least see a blue tinge.
I am a voracious reader, a lover of words and a storyteller. I am my own harshest critic. I do my best to be a good listener, even when the speaker sees the world differently. I believe – to quote The Spirit of the West in Rango – “No man can walk out on his own story,” Even though I’m in a deep red state, surrounded by people who cannot fathom why I think the way I do, I keep at it. My blog is my reflection, and what you see is what you get.
Aside from reading, writing and managing IV Words, I run a small business, enjoy hanging out with my best friend, who also happens to be my wife, and our three teenage kids. I walk our two dogs a couple of miles a day and mountain bike when the urge overtakes me.
I’m what they misleadingly label an “extroverted introvert,” meaning I have no problem being my own company, even though I don’t mind getting together with people and even enjoying it sometimes. It also means that, afterwards, I need time to myself to recharge. Finally, it means that I’m often misunderstood (if the personality and style tests I’ve taken are correct) because I tend to keep my own counsel. To those traits you can add very forward – don’t expect any sugarcoating from me – and fiercely loyal to causes, ideas, organizations and people I care about.
Another part of my story used to happen every morning when my children were younger and I woke them for school. I’d walk into their rooms, say their names softly and add, “Time to get up, honey. It’s a brand-new day.” It was one of my favorite things to do, and they seemed to like it, too. Alas, they’re too old for that now, but I still say it to myself each day.
It’s also part of the inspiration for this blog. Every morning marks a brand-new day – a foreword, if you will, to whatever comes next. The day can be as good or as crappy as we decide to make it. These blog posts are forewords, too, even if they’re looking back for wisdom and insights. My hope is more of them turn out to be good instead of crappy.
Give me a shout sometime. I’m always glad to chat for a few minutes before taking my leave to go off and recharge.