Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Well shit...

I know, I've sold out and jumped on the bandwagon by getting myself a blog.  I don't even like the word "blog."  It sounds too much like the noise the dog makes right before she pukes at the foot of my bed at 3am.  But I guess since I'm on Twitter and that word sounds like the merging of "twat," and "shitter," I might as well roll with it.  Especially since blog sounds 100 times better just by comparison.

I've decided to get back into writing after years of trying to avoid it.  Growing up writing was kind of my thing, I was first published at 12 and it went on from there.  I had a letter to the editor published in Rolling Stone was I was 15.  The only thing I remember about it was that the last line contained a sentence about never having seen Kiss, or being there when Jim Morrison whipped it out on stage.  Somehow that led to me being hired for my first real job, which was working for the teen section of the local paper.  In college I wrote a play, which people seemed to really enjoy.  However, I can't take compliments, only insults.  So I gave it up for 16 years.  I'm back now and finally ready to take the next step.

I'm not totally organized here with a mission statement, but I think I'd like to tell some stories and hopefully not get sued.  I think I'd like to delve into what it was like growing up as the medicated ADD kid, with OCD and anxiety.  Maybe tell some funny stories, like the time the dog gave me a black eye with his brown eye.  Or even discuss my ideas for having a terribly ugly and hilarious wedding.

So here it is.  Hopefully I don't fuck it up but if I do, well shit...

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