Greetings!

Hail, weary traveller, and well met! Pull up a beer, open a chair...er...well, you understand. The point is, welcome to MY own personal arrangement of electrons in this vast and rapidly expanding universe we call the Blogosphere. Deep within these dusty stacks shall lie, for what they may be worth, ramblings and musings, most of them unfinished at best, some of them fragmentary and incoherent at worst. I've tried, in my mind, to justify calling them Stories, but somehow, I doubt they merit the capital "s". I suppose I'll leave that up to the reader--everyone is a critic, after all! Please be gentle with your comments. In any event, the content which shall herein and hereafter be posted, consists primarily of stories I've written over the years and am in the process of dredging to the surface once again in an attempt to remind myself that I once was, or at least wanted to be (and may have even called myself), a writer. Life has an uncanny way of grabbing us by the proverbial short hairs and throwing us into whatever ocean, lake, river, or cesspool it wants us to swim for its own entertainment. I suppose I should be thankful I'm not drowning in bills, as I probably would be had I pursued a career as a scribe. Still, as we all do, I sometimes wonder.


Some of what I will post will be projects I have shot dead purely out of mercy--most of this variety, in truth, were dead before I hatched them and, finding them without the breath of life, attempted to animate them as if I were Victor Frankenstein with a pen. We all know how well that turned out! Other items I post here will be stories which had potential destinations, but somewhere during the telling of which I got lost along the way, lured into trackless forest by sirens which bear no names. A few of these I even claim to be still working on, though I've not touched them in several years. Precious few, if any, of what you may find here will be complete. My hope is that this will be the stick of dynamite that, placed beneath my proverbial arse, will cause me to finish some of what I've started. I may even begin something new. More than likely, any new words I produce will simply add to the corpus--no, "corpus" it too weighty a word...corpuscle seems better--corpuscle of unfinished work I'll leave behind when I shuffle off the much-touted mortal coil.


At the outset, I bade you welcome to this humble cave. If you choose to dabble your toes in what waters you may find within, I admonish you that you will do so at your own risk. I cannot rescue your sanity if you wade too far out, for if you grab hold of me I will only drag you deeper into the murky depths which my own mind inhabits. There are no life-preservers here.

With this warning in mind, read on.