Welcome To Me

So I was instructed by my editor to begin a blog. Actually, it was a demand. The demand was followed by…”Hell, I can’t believe you don’t have a blog! Why everyone has a blooooog!”  “And there you have it, I suppose that’s why I don’t,” I responded.

But I’m really not that flippant. Nor that affected. Truth is, authors (not all, but some) find comfort in hiding behind their characters. I can be a drug dealer who beats the hell out of his wife as my character Dylan Parker does in Five Percent of Nothing, I can be a maid who commits the ultimate horror as my character Ana Cartena does in Brazilwood, I can be a woman who takes advice from a leaky faucet like my character in Conversations With Verbs of Prey or even someone who talks to a bubble as my character in Suffering Surfactant does. But here, well here I’m just me. And if I’m just me, well then I risk it all.

So this is me. I am many things, like a raging hypochondriac…I was convinced I carried Ebola, Legionnaires and gangrene of the elbow at the same time. I have weird phobias: latex balloons and those canned bread products in the grocery stores among others. I am bombastically sensitive and extremely flawed.  I have a photographic memory and vividly dream in color. I hate getting drunk and haven’t run across a drug that doesn’t make me ill. I am currently concurrently engaged in one of the saddest and exciting times of my life. I’m allergic to Novocaine.

And the rest I hope you can work out with me along the way.