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Well, one thing’s for sure: no one has ever written a blog by me before!

This blog represents a beginning of sorts.  I’ve been writing stories since 2007 and telling them since long before that, but this is my first blog.  It’s simultaneously a trial and a manifestation of ambition.  I am a writer who wishes to be seen as an author.  I seek legitimacy–validation of value to society–like so many other aspiring ‘creators of things’.  If entrepreneurs want you to buy their stuff, then I want you to buy into my stories.  While I know that a blog does not an author make, it is a piece among many that builds presence and bolsters the illusion of credibility, dare I say even authority.  And that’s kind of important.

But enough serious stuff.  I understand that it is almost gauche to not include a personal introduction in one’s first blog post.  To that end, allow me tell you a little about myself.  Puns and sarcasm are my bread and butter, which is unfortunate, since a decent portion of my family has elected to be gluten-free.  My favorite Disney ‘princess’ is Mulan.  I  love curry even though it gives me horrible diarrhea.  Also, I just realized that it is impossible to spell diarrhea.

As a writer, I love Oxford commas.  Because of 3rd grade typing class, I am instinctually driven to use two spaces between sentences despite the long-term environmental ramifications.  Without serious editing, my writing is the most heavy-handed crap you could ever scrape off a broken iMac keyboard.  I possess a keen bias toward secondary world fiction, as proven by my writing output and reading habits.

I started writing because I knew that if I didn’t, my head would explode.  A few years later, I wrote a short story that mutated into a novel without my consent.  Pounding out up to 6,000 words a day to avoid cranial rupturing and severe, creative-induced bleeding from all facial orifices, I realized that I might actually be masochistic enough to become an author.

My world changed when I finished that first novel, published it myself, and handed it out to my high school friends two weeks shy of my graduation-deadline.  It was a hasty job for sure, chock full of continuity errors, leering gaps in plotting, and continental tangents, but, like this blog, it represented a beginning.

As Taveol, the protagonist from my most recent novel AVENGARDE, puts it:

“Small things direct our lives, I realize.  Minuscule impulses.  An unimportant walk to the icy sea, a casual glance to the dark shadows, a tingle of curiosity.  And like lightning out of clear sky, the world is irrevocably changed.”