Just Starting...

Okaaay,

So, I'm a writer.

Writer sees big open space of white.

What does writer do?

:)

Writer writes.

I think it's some kind of instinctive reaction whereby any blank space must be filled with the vagaries of sprawling black ink. Be it Epic or Flash fiction, the genetic set up for a writer is to instantly FILL THAT SPACE.

Blank spaces make a writer nervous, edgy. Bring us to the brink of partial insanity (or is that sanity?) Blank spaces, for a writer, are the devil's spawn of the devil's spawn -- evil incarnate, Satan personified.

Well, almost.

Seeing a blank space is like waving a red flag before a bull. It draws, pulls, eases into the writer's subconscious mind to swallow all common sense and thought as myriad dreams, scenes and bloody mayhem (or romantic sex) flood that very white space that hereforto threatened the writer's existence. (Hey, Hyperbole is also a wieldy tool of the prolific writer.)

Anyway. I guess what I wanted to say, in as many words as I could, is "Hi!"

And since my very first novel is mere weeks away from being published I thought I'd pop in, create my very own Blank Space Purgatory and flood the blog with inanities worthy of my name (which isn't saying much but then ego is also the writer's forte.)

So here it is, welcome to my blog and home of all things real and unreal.

Oh, and when you pull up that chair and sit down nicely, please remember not to tease the dragon. When he gets nervous, he tends to burp...


Welcome to you all!

*user does mad happy dance and stubs his toe, falls on floor, and cracks skull on a loose flagstone*

This is a happy space.

:)

S.J.