That’s probably a little bit premature. I haven’t even signed the contract yet. But I do have an offer for my novel, Sleepwalk Society, from a small press in Georgia, and since I’m going to sign it when they send it, I’m calling it good. Besides, after over a decade of hearing responses made from faces with wrinkled noses, I think I can use the words of Stewie Griffin. After all, he uses them when he does something as simple as implanting his brother with a mind control device while hovering through the air on a makeshift balloon powered by an aerosol can. Yeah. I do that every other Tuesday.
I’ve hmmed and hawed about starting this blog for a long time now. Because, for one, I am strictly opposed to blogging. And yet I read lots of them, so I guess that makes me a hypocrite. And now I’m writing one, which makes me an extreme hypocrite. I might as well stand on a box and give a soliloquy about Tofu while I pluck a chicken. But, I think, the reason I still haven’t gotten behind this whole blogging thing, is because, I don’t understand how I can have anything useful to say. A writer, writing about writing. Writing about the process of being published. There are lots of those, and from those who are more qualified to give advice. I think I wanted to wait until there might be something here of interest. So I’ll work on that. I don’t want this to be a blog where I tell my computer what I ate for breakfast.
However my computer’s name is Daniel-san, and I might as well tell him now that I had a spinach, bacon and tomato omelette, with hash browns and pancakes, and it was awesome.
Anyway, yes, so, this blog should always contain something writing related. Unless Puppy J. Murray takes over, in which case all bets are off.