So, a blog, huh? It seems everybody’s got one these days. From folks listing their favorite movies and actors, to rants that go on for pages about religion or politics- Or perhaps the pros and cons of their favorite cheese-based recipes, it seems there is no shortage of subjects to find, no opinion too racy, no dish too cheesy, to expound upon from the mountaintop like a digital Moses.

Thou shalt hear my opinion of the Kardashians…whether thy like it or not-eth. 

Don’t get me wrong, some people have important things to say. It’s just that sometimes I wonder where those people are, or why they are currently going on about the Olson twins. But I digress.

So let’s begin by stating what I will not be talking about. I will not be discussing the afore mentioned Kardashians, not the sizes of their butts, nor the sexual reassignments of their Bruces.

I will not be sharing pictures of funny cats or bunnies.

I will not write lengthy passages telling you how great I am, how smart I am, or why I’m so much better than other people. My ego will be mine, and mine alone. The status of my self-esteem is for me to know, and others to ponder.

This blog will not be an endless advertisement for my books. If I have a new one coming out I will mention it, naturally, and post a link to where it can be found. That’s it.

And there are many, many other topics which I will not be addressing, but I think you get the idea.

“Well, Mr. Douchebag,” you may be thinking, “Just what will you be blogging about, then?” Well, I’ll tell you. And don’t call me a douchebag. I prefer douche canoe.

I will be talking about writing. The point A to point B of it, good and bad advice I’ve gotten over the years, what works for me (and what doesn’t) and all the encouraging and discouraging feedback I’ve gotten from agents, editors and beta-readers. But mostly about the process itself. Maybe there are some writers out there that will find what I have to say useful or informative…Or maybe even irritating, but that’s okay too. Feel free to let me know in the comments. If it smells like bullshit, by all means, point it out. I am not perfect and I may have gone nose-blind to my own farmyard, so to speak. These things happen.

So that’s it, really. I will likely just be jabbering to myself. I’m okay with that. But if there is one person out there who reads this and wants to post a comment, just remember. Canoe, not bag.

That’s enough for now.