Stealing the Popemobile

As an aside, any and all who may be interested can follow my exploits on Twitter, which I actually update from time to time.

Right, so I’ve completely failed to write even a single word on this blog.  Permit me to rectify that.  Actually, it’s kind of funny - I used to write all the time.  I was good at it.  I enjoyed it.  If I may be permitted to say so, I had a sort of dry, darkly humorous voice and a quick wit.  So, if I was so good at writing, why the fuck haven’t I done so here, on this most soapy of boxes?

Well, to understand that, you have to understand something about me: I don’t like to make a Big Deal out of anything.  At all.  And I like it even less when other people make a Big Deal out of something I do.  See, word got around to my well-intentioned, yet cloying family that I was a good writer, and immediately, I couldn’t go a week without some relative asking me to write things for them, to read what I was working on, &c, &c.  It became, over the course of a year, a Big Deal - and turned me off of writing forever.  Seriously, I’ve made many fitful starts at putting pen to paper (or fingers to keys) in the two decades since - and not one of them has been successful.

So please forgive me if this particular blog sputters and falters from time to time as I try to get over myself and actually produce something worth reading.

Um, I have a blog now.  I intend to write in it.  Bribe me with good whisky or a new fish recipe, and I’ll write in it more.