I never had a blog because you have to write it. Which means you have to know something. I don’t know anything, which leaves me at a disadvantage. However, my new website has a space for a blog, and if I left it empty people would notice.
I am sure that whatever I’m going to write, no one will want to read. I find this depressing. No one will care, my website will be a disaster, my publishers will become discouraged and drop my series, I’ll never get another book contract and I’ll have to go back to working job-jobs like in the bad old days. Such jobs were unskilled, low-paying, and dead-end. For instance, I once sold plastic Ziplock bags, the type drug dealers used to sell cocaine in. I sold them empty, and couldn’t understand why they didn’t sell.
I also worked as a private investigator, where I dealt with people whose bags were full, and in the slums and crack houses where I plied my trade I was always afraid someone was going to mug me for the money to replenish their stash.
Anyway, what I’m writing now is exactly what no one will care about and will lead to the end of my career. However, for my upcoming book Safari (and look how long I held out before I mentioned it), I went to Zambia, and have a bunch of neat pictures of wild animals. I’m going to post one, just as a teaser. And if I don’t get booed off my own website, I’ll post more photos from the safari with stories of how they came to be taken.
If you like this blog, you’re easy to please, angling for a free book (which is not forthcoming), or not particularly discerning. Keep coming back. Tell your friends, if any. And like me on Facebook, or however that works. I still can’t figure out how to tweet.