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Novel Idea

I’ve been thinking that this blog could use a little attention.  My problem is—well, one of my problems—I lead a double life.  I write fiction under a pseudonym because my real nym is tied to a respectable job.  So it goes.

One of the solutions to my double life is that I could start putting some fiction on this blog.  Good idea or no?  I have a novel on which I’m working and it won’t likely find a publisher, so I could start pasting it here, in serial form.

On the other hand of my double life I have a nonfiction book under my nonfiction name that is currently due at the publisher’s.  I need to spend time on that too, and I have a job.  And the lawn isn’t going to mow itself.

So I’m thinking that instead of neglecting this poor, but truly loved, child of a blog, maybe I could feed it fiction.  That would at least keep it alive.  Right now it’s like a cactus, getting water only a few times a year.  Is that a mixed metaphor?  Can water be food?



When daily work life requires more than its allotted eight hours, trying to get noticed as a writer is tough.  It can be done, though.  I’ve been working away on this fun fiction (not fan fiction because I don’t get into that) for a while now and soon I may have enough to launch my plan.

Risky?  Yes.  Putting yourself out there always is.  But keeping myself in here hasn’t really been working exactly like a charm.  Or maybe it has and my charm has gone past its expiration date.  Whatever your interpretation, this is just a warning that this rusty Ford might just start running again.  All it will take is a bit of gas and maybe a trip to the garage.

If a new format begins to appear, you have been warned!
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