ok…admittedly lame for a first post. bear with me – i’m completely new to this and somehow blogging feels to me the same way karaoke used to (yeah – i got over that one, right?). so i’m not hobnobbing with arundathi roy, and i haven’t had a good heart-to-heart with vonnegut (who probably has a lot to say even posthumously), but all of my loved ones out there in cyberspace will just have to sit back and admit it – i’m officially writing. and so is chris. isn’t this fun?
and, in the great spirit of everything i’ve written since my senior year of high school, i thought i’d go true-to-form and make this post about decidedly nothing. except this: for the sake of posterity (thanks, big brothers), even if i don’t ever really pick this writing thing up, let it be known that i have written about 27 short stories, thirteen poems and, like, at least 8 blogs in my head. not to mention the at least 437 novels i have started. so it cannot be said that i’ve not got ambition.
and i promise to try to make this a little more substantial than the 1/16-filled notebooks i’ve bought over the years. if only because of the exhibitionist nature of the whole thing…i also promise not to use appropriate capitalization unless absolutely necessary.