By now Gentle Reader* you’ve noticed there’s not a particular theme to my musings on this site. Which is verily against the advice of pretty much everyone with a blog or column or soap box, from Clive James down to the Random Person on the Street Corner Yelling at Traffic (you all know that person). So, what’s it about, they invariably ask? My answer, (and I try not to sound apologetic) Random and Mr James, is whatever I want it to be. It’s about me, or a cyber me and what I’m interested in, my life, pop culture, creative writing, my pet. Writing about my pet. Writing pretend news. Whatever. You’re welcome to have a look or comment. That’s cool. Or can you bypass whatever’s written here and keep on truckin’. That’s cool too.
Underlying this vasty and vague premise is the notion that as some kind of writer I should keep flexing these writing muscles. It’s writing exercise. And a wall to bounce back writing ideas off to see if they hit me in the head. And to see if the concussion I get is actually inspiration. Or just concussion. Maybe it will all mean something one day. Maybe it won’t. If you want you can (try to) make requests. Whaddaya wanna read? I might give it a go. But whatever happens, thanks for stopping by.
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*This term was stolen from blogger, TV show runner, author and all round Guru-type Jane Espenson. Although, to be fair, it may not have been her’s in the first place. Anyhoo.