It seems strange, I suppose, that the second post to the blog should be the introductory piece. The former [no longer extant upon this page for metaphysical reasons], a little bit of narrative fluff that happened to me late one night, is a marker, a reminder that fiction is the basis of the factual.
Anyway, I’d forget about that event if there wasn’t something to remind me. The past and I don’t get on well. Memories are for other people.
This isn’t to be a blog of my daily activities. It is to be discussion in re my wish to be a published author. Expect lengthy diatribes and long waits between posts.
That is all.