Hello!
I vaguely remember doing this blogging thing. I used to do it quite a lot, in fact. Good for stretching the writing muscles.
Why did I stop? I''m struggling to remember, to be honest. I think I was finding that I didn't really have anything to write about, and neither did I have the urge.
That is changing!
I'm working on a book. Now ideally, what I would like is for an agent to contact me out of the blue (via email, no one wants a phone call), tell me how amazing I am, and to set me up with a huge publisher who would give me a six-figure advance for a book of whatever length and quality I decide to churn out. Unbelievably, this has not happened to date!
I'm working on a collection of short stories. The stories vary in length and topic, but have one common element.
Immature humour. Crude, you could call it. And again, no matter how hard I search on literary agents websites, none of them seem to be looking for this. Nevertheless, the success of games such as Cards Against Humanity and Joking Hazard (both of which I love) makes me feel that there is an audience out there somewhere.
So, I'm going to try to bring this old blog back to life with the shameless aim of building an audience of bloodythirsty billionaires desperate for a book stuffed full of with stories such as "Charles, the dog that couldn't stop licking" and "Chantelle the Juicy Sausage".
Hopefully it'll become a stocking filler for that relative with questionable taste you have (and if you don't have a relative with questionable taste, it's you)
