There once was a lad who wanted to tell stories. He started telling stories just for fun, and eventually discovered it was more than just fun--it was what he wanted to do. What he wanted to be. And since the entrance exam for becoming a writer was fairly easy ("Q. Hey, kid, wanna be a writer?" "A. Yes." "Oh, great. I'll go tell Shakespeare and Milton to scooch down some."), he became one.
He wrote a lot for Internet consumption. He wrote short stories, three of which saw publication. He made four or five attempts at writing a novel, only one of which turned into a finished manuscript. He seemed on his way. Then the... I dunno, what are we callin' 'em, the Oughts? the Two Thousands?... sure, let's go with that... then the Two Thousands happened.
Things got strange. He got married. He got a house. He got way too much debt. He worked. He had troubles large and small. He managed to write another novel during all this, but his other output was nearly nil. He struggled. He moaned. He wore a saggy diaper that leaked.
By 2010, however, things had changed again. He was out of debt, and had short-sold his house. Now living in a rented townhouse with his wife and cats, he found himself wanting to tell tales again, to whatever audience he could manage. He reapplied himself to trying to get his manuscripts published, and discovered that many publishers look for authors who are
craven little self-promo monkeys
stand ready to do their responsible part to promote their works. He also discovered that some prime evidence of this willingness would be to--as put to him in the least-technical terms possible--'make a thing on the internet.'
So he did. And he called it...GaryWOlson.com
...which was pretty stupid, since his name was Bob Jenkins.
Anyway, long story short, Bob ran away and is presently believed to be a flamenco dancer in Antigua. As I was looking to make a fresh start after
getting in for 50 large to the Swedish mob
an exciting career in accounting, I bought the website, married Bob's wife, and changed my name.
The website has some semi-exciting biographical information about 'me,' some capsule descriptions of 'my' published stories, and some other dross you'll probably only want to read once, if that. It also has a blog, A Taste of Strange
, which you will hopefully want to return to again and again as I desperately try to be interesting, or at least amusing, on subjects such as writing, fandom, and things of that nature. (Or, if you are sane, use the RSS feed
instead, in conjunction with your favorite RSS-supporting program or app. If you have a Dreamwidth account, you can subscribe to the syndicated feed on Dreamwidth
and see new entries on your reading page. If you have a LiveJournal account, you can subscribe to the syndicated feed on LiveJournal
and see new entries on your friends page.)
That's all. Please enjoy the bran muffins.