. . . I got bored.
For the longest time, I've been avoiding creating a blog. I've toyed with the idea (who hasn't?) for several years but always thought the entire concept too vain for my tastes. I strive to be an interesting person yet always think myself uninteresting. The idea that I have anything worthy to say, or that anyone would care to hear it, seems a fantasy to me. The last time I was extremely vocal about my opinions was in college, and I alienated enough people to confirm the subtle voice in the back of my head telling me that I'm a person others hate by default.
Yet here I am, writing a blog. What gives?
Essentially, the long and short of it is that I'm bored and tired of beating myself in the face wondering what baring the opinions of others will hold over my life. I've written six books now (eight if you include the two non-series books I discontinued because they never should have been published in the first place!), been downloaded several thousand times, received criticism both good and bad, actually changed some opinions of bad into good. Hell, I've got nothing to worry about. It's not for me to judge whether I'm worthy of your time or not. It's your time, your decision, and if you want to spend it here, wondering who I am and what I'm doing, then I'll be damned if I don't give you something in return!
Oh, yeah, and I'm bored.
Remember that vanity I mentioned? Like any good human, I try to keep that vice in check, and one of the ways I do that is I try desperately not to bring up my books and writing with anyone. It's come to my attention, though, that maybe one day someone or some many someones would like to know about my books, my writing, and what's going through my mind. On some level, I dare to even hope.
So this is blog 1, and I'll be back.