The why is simple: I’m promoting myself. I’m web-logging my creative writing “career” to show off—it’s called marketing or personal branding these days. I have done this to provide the world with a portfolio of my genius, in the classical sense.
I started this project a few weeks after turning 30, and sometimes I tell myself this digital creature may be nothing more than a by-product of guilt stacking on top of itself like a skyscraping Jenga tower, pushing me to conform, to play by the rules of the game. And thus, woebegone, I shed my tortured poet costume. Time to put myself out there and strike for the heavens. I’m not getting any younger.
This tower may be unstable but if all goes according to plan, they will see it for miles.