What Happened, Why'd I Quit, Why'd I Return?

The problem with these questions is three fold. You have to go back to the early iterations of this blog. I tried to get this blog started 2 years ago. Another blog years before that. And, another blog years before that. Before that, RSD was a fanfiction website that had 9 generations. I was reuploading my works to different websites day-to-day at times. The net was a very insecure place before AO3, LJ, and Tumblr.

What happened: In the early days, I wanted to do a fanblog, including fanart and fanfic. There would be a few reviews. I wanted a blog on blogger, a few friends had them and got a small following, and I wanted that too. Reviews were my life blood. I never built up enough material beyond my fanfiction to get very far.

Why'd I Quit: The second blog was my original fiction blog. I wanted to monetize it, but found out that you had to have regular content that was unobjectionable according to the google adsense censors. You also had to have had a blog for six months. So, by the time I figured this out, the second blog had fizzled out. My dreamwidth account had dried up as my alpha readers disappeared on me. Throw in a new LJ friend with mental issues going apeshit over a joke, and I just wasn't in the mood.

I tried a month later with this blog, which I had had for a few years by then. I deleted the old posts, which had been numerous. The new format failed because my personal life failed, again. I lost regular contact with the last of my friends as their lives moved on. I don't know why. Maybe they had better things to do than talk with a failed writer. Maybe I was just too depressing to be around, since I kinda got stuck in the situation and couldn't get out of it. Being unemployed means you wrack disiprin!

Don't worry, I'm all bitter now.

Why'd I Return: Tumblr sucks. Seriously. There's not even fanfic there anymore. It's all links to AO3 or that godawful teenybopper website. You can find a thousand self-diagnosed assholes for every pornblog, and trust me, there are a lot of pornblogs there.

I don't know where everyone went. It feels like the world went away, again. This happens every so often.

That doesn't mean I'm going away, though. In fact, I decided, instead of finding where the movement went, I'm going to stick around here. Plant my flag on this blog account again. As my original works come out, it will get mentioned or posted here. And there is a lot of it in the works.

Where Do We Go From Here: Daily postings. Reviews. Jokes. Musings. A little news. Original Fiction. Maybe some original art. It's a personal blog, my crap and crap I find of interest will come together here.

That's good enough, ain't it?

Let's Start With A Sad Smile.

Greetings,

When things become a bit hectic in your life, you look for a way to make changes. Recently, my life has given many reasons to focus on a new path. That's annoyingly vague, but this is the first post. I've found that it's best to be brief when stating the reason why any of this is here.

In short: This is my professional writing blog. Here, I will provide excerpts and short stories along with bits of information I pick up along the way. There will probably be posts about my experiences  and reviews, because I am naturally a catty person.

You like that word? Catty. It's a nice way of saying 'bitchy, but funny'. It's a manner of social skill that I aspire to. In such, expect references to Golden Girls and Designing Women. My dream is to be an author, the skill of being a writer, the wit of a comic, with the presence of a lovable Diva. When people simply call you 'that bitch', it's generally a good sign that you need to work at.

This blog post is dedicated to Elaine Stritch and James Garner. Old Hollywood and all class. Who needs gold when you got brassy old broads and silver-tongued devils?

Now, comes the boring part. After the jump, my mini-biography. Click it, don't, I promise that you won't hurt my feelings. It's hardly important when the point of your being here is to read my stories. Personally, one of the things I detest are biographies. My real life is boring enough, why should I care to read about a complete stranger's?