The first line of any story is the most important, so… aw, crap. I’ve just wasted the first line. And the second. And… crap.
This is that awkward first post, where I don’t know you and — more important — you don’t know me. You haven’t decided whether to keep reading. You don’t know whether I expect you to laugh or cry or buy everything on my Amazon wishlist. Meanwhile, I don’t have much of an idea of what I want to express here, and how much. Don’t worry; stick with me, and we’ll get through this together. In return, I promise to make it worth your time.
Here’s what I can tell you: I’m a lifelong writer and sometimes editor who lives in one of Texas’ last few liberal strongholds. I share a house with my fiancee La, our still-embryonic son Squishy, our dogs Gus and Li’l Bit and, representing our back yard, some wild toads — Stella and T-Pain. I’ve written one novel, for which I’m currently seeking an agent, and have (at the moment) four others in various stages of percolation.
There’s more to come. In the meantime, go read the morsels of other writing I have posted and will continue to post to the site. I’ll see you again tomorrow, I hope.
