You found me!  I knew you would. I'm very excited to welcome you to my new virtual home.  I'd invite you to my actual home, but I really need to vacuum. Seriously.  It's kind of gross and I'm afraid you'd have an allergy attack.  Besides, the Upstairs Baby is a blossoming percussionist and you will want to murder him and then you will feel bad about yourself because, after all, he's just a baby.  Or that could just be me.  Just to be on the safe side, though, you're better off here.

I started this writing experiment back in 2004. For years, I didn't tell anyone my blog even existed and sometimes (e.g., 2010) it pretty much didn't.

Then some things happened: 

  1. In 2008, I told my first story at Porchight.
  2. In 2010, Evan Karp posted a video of me performing and, despite my weird 20th Century technological wariness, I became internet-searchable.
  3. In 2011, I met the Blog Bully and he told me that if I was going to bother having a blog I should probably actually write things and post them there. 
  4. Somewhere along the line, storytelling shifted from a thing I did a couple of times to A Thing I Do. There is video evidence. I wanted to put it one place.
  5. It was time to stop skulking about. 

None of this means that I will stop blathering on about unimportant things around here.

But it's so pretty!  And it has a real address!  You probably won't even notice the shoddy content.

Thanks for coming.