New Year's Day

New Year’s Eve. Just another day, but hard to get past seeing it as a doorway. On the other side, let’s hope it’s better. Like all the shite in the past year was just connected to the number.
I have a longer summary of 2008 coming. Once I get it polished to the point where it doesn’t seem like whining, I’ll put it up here. Right now still whining. I’m entitled. So are you.

Vampires

I can’t muster much enthusiasm for True Blood or Twilight. I really did the vampire thing in the 90s with a mess o’ Anne Rice and one goth chick that filled the void and left me with several nightmares and a toothmark that still makes for a dandy conversation starter. Now it just seems like it’s been done to death.
Can we get a romantic retelling of The Amazing Colossal Man going? Ted Danson and Bonnie Hunt trying to find love in a normal-sized world? Trying to raise 50-foot kids trying to fit in and get parts in the high school musical? Something.

Purpose?

Ok so the challenge I’ve given myself is to start producing content for what the hip kids these days are calling a blog.
This grows out of a realization that the only serious writing I’ve generated in the past five years has been Facebook statuses, which have given me a rather disproportionate sense of pride.
Now let’s up the daily challenge to see if one-line Hemingway has a regular paragraph in him. From there, who knows. Let’s just take it as it comes. Even if no one else sees this, I’ll make it a point to shit on myself for those that seem they’ve been mailed in.
So it begins…

Day One

Damn. Shot my creative wad on the catchy title.
Must lay down for several hours. Be back later when muse stops giggling and muttering "blog" over and over.