This is my first day attempting a blog. I have decided to take a shot at this 'New Media' format in the futile hope that I might drum up a bit of an audience. But good night, what have I decided to do? This sure as hell isn't rocket science - it's instantaneous publishing... people might see what the is going on here, on this tiny thing, and hate me instantly. Or worse yet, be unimpressed and bored by it. I'm intimidated enough by the idea that my work is in plain view as soon as I hit the publish button that I've spent fifteen minutes writing three goddamn lines. As soon as I accept the dreary truth that nobody is reading this I expect that I'll really get tearing along. For certain, wild and obscene ramblings will surface more and more frequently. I may have traded whiskey for xanax, but the dogs in the basement never stop barking. For certain, they are always hungry. If this is to be a failure, then I hope it will be a weird one.
In order to make sure someone will stop and look at this little puddle of odd noises, I'l be posting photographic evidence of my ongoing battle with the local pack of Chupacabra. They seem to follow the sheep up from their southern pastures. I will document every one of their frequent bites. Laugh if you will, you disbelieving feebs. But the pictures exist, and you will see that the little bastards think I'm delicious. For God's sake, they're after me night after night...
I will publish short fictions, chapters of books, and nonfiction pieces odd enough to be interesting. I will rant sideways for thousands of words and I will do whatever it takes to knock your socks completely off!
Enough.
James
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