An odd thing, a personal blog.
After all, it is both borne of, and feeds, the ego. Why else would anyone assume the world gave two shits about what they had to say? I am no expert in anything, my opinions are not universally trusted (nor always even trusted in my own household), I don’t get paid to offer up witty sayings.
And yet here I am. A new website with the shrink wrap barely off, and a blog to go along. Ah, the feeding of the ego.
But that isn’t so far from why people write, either, is it? To be a writer, to assume — again — anyone gives a crap about what you write, what you have to say, takes quite an ego to begin with. Actually, to write for publication, takes quite an ego. To assume people care about what you write, and to assume you can write well enough to get published in a legitimate venue, takes that ego. People who write for themselves, who journal, don’t generally care what anyone thinks because no one will ever see it.
Yeah, I write for publication and yeah, I’ve got an ego.
So, as an accessory to the website, I wanted a blog. Just for the occasional posts. I won’t update 1,459 times a day, I don’t have that kind of time (though I do wonder where people with that kind of time get that kind of time). But sometimes, I will have something I want to rant about, to explore, to ask, books — or whatever — to expose.
Or just to hear my own voice (or see it, really).
For now, here are two books to try. One is older, but recently issued in a mass market format with a kick-ass cover. BURN, by Sean Doolittle. A hip crime novel, written by a hip guy. Congrats, too, to the man for becoming a father for the second time. The second is Thomas Zigal’s THE WHITE LEAGUE. Very cool exploration of the darkness of New Orleans and racial politics and murder and honor debts.
All right, that’s it for now. Thanks for giving me some of your time. Check out those books.
