We won’t even have that if WordPress keeps doing the shit it’s doing. I clicked on the first link on the page. Here is what I got:
You see, The blog no longer exists but with the new improved Daily Post/ Daily Prompt system, this is what visitors see first. That doesn’t encourage another click.
[If you are wondering what you see? It’s Kubuntu a free OS. All the programs you see on it are free. It didn’t cost me a dime. Oh and there are a lot more programs than this. Those are just the ones I use the most. Ignore the penguin. He just wanders around the dock doing strange things for my amusement. He’s free too.]
So when they ask: Picture the one person in the world you really wish were reading your blog. Write her or him a letter. All I can think is we will be bloody lucky if ANYONE reads our blogs from their site. Makes you wonder why you are wasting time doesn’t it?
But the letter… yes.
I hope you have stayed to read my blog. More than that I hope you have enjoyed it and I entertained you. You see it is my writer’s blog. I write. Not a blog. Well, yes, I guess I do write a blog because after all you are here but it is not what I write. You see if you click the icon on the right side top, you will go to my website. I write books. Currently Standing Stone is resting before the last pass and I send it to the Evil Editor.
It is my sincere hope that for a few moments of your life, I can entertain you. I have no other purpose, well, unless I am pitching a bitch about WordPress and you just may find that informative and entertaining both. Or not.
The blog is part of me. I am what I am. I don’t pretend to be something I’m not so I can sell you books. I do hope they entertain you. They did my Betas.
I write because I write. No other reason. I’ve been writing since, well, since I realized I couldn’t be a priest because we weren’t Catholic. I couldn’t be Amish. I wasn’t going to inherent Granddad’s farm. And ranching was out. I wanted to be a reporter. No not like Woodward and Bernstein. Sort of like a Year of Living Dangerously. But Jill Bryant needed to be Jim Bryant. Yeah, I’m gay.
Anyway, Woodward and Bernstein came along and screwed that up. So it was writing a book. My class prophecy was “Will be living in Virginia writing is 5th best seller” I got sidetracked. Went in the Navy. Worked with the Criminally Insane. Little things.
My books are about gay men. Why? Because I got tired of changing pronouns when I read a book. She would become he and the hero would of course stay a he. You grow tried of mentally rewriting a book all the time. And besides, Female characters do not Gay men make. There are quite a few M/M writers who need to understand that also. Shudder.
My main purpose is to entertain. Perhaps you will leave with something and perhaps you will not. But at the least, I hope for these moments, I have entertained you.
PS: If you came by way of Daily Prompt, I apologize for the dead crap which I have no control over.