I'm a bad bloggist...which seems to be a natural consequence of being a good person. Let me 'splain.
I've always understood that if one has nothing to say, one shouldn't say anything. I've dutifully submitted to King Solomon's exhortations to put a sock in it when there's nothing happening upstairs. Especially, when I'm in the middle of writing an actual book, wherin I expend my daily allocation of profundity, I am loathe to subject unwitting readers to my leftovers. When there's no book in brogress, I will wax profound in a blog here and there, with the realizaton that the font will, soon enough, again, run dry, at which time I will wane eloquent.
Now, my favorite publisher informs me that writers are supposed to blog incessantly in order to promote thier literary masterpieces. I thought that was a publisher's job...silly me.
So, now I find that I am obligated to tell everyone how wonderful a writerI am, when I would much rather develop the calluses on my typng fingers by actually being a wonderful writer. As the saying goes...no good deed will go unpunished.
Okay...she is my favorite publisher, so I really should hold up my end of the bargain...but I don't have to like it. I'll try to make this as terse and painless for both of us as humanly possible.
I'm a wonderful writer. Buy lots of my books and make me rich and famous so I can get back to writing.
There....that should make my publisher happy.
But, somehow I feel tainted.
Causes Eric Nichols Supports
Free Burma Rangers, Partners Ministries (Thailand), Literacy council of Alaska, Access Alaska.