Post by Fuckin' A on Jul 20, 2019 9:51:28 GMT -5
I figured I might as well make a post to introduce myself since I'm at work and I'm procrastinating (there are seriously a ton of books that need to be catalogued and lately it feels like I'm the only one who works here).
What's first? Well, my name is John. I'm from Canada. I live in a small town. And since I'm paranoid about Google scraping the Internet for my personal data to sell to the Chinese that's as specific as I'm going to get.
What else? I enjoy living in the small town. I do not sell crack, or ass, for money, though you could argue it's something far worse; I'm a library tech. That means I take care of the free books you don't read, the movies you don't watch, and the software you don't use. It's a good job that pays well and I enjoy it. A lot of peace and quiet. Though there is this one guy who comes in almost every day just to listen to death metal nonstop on the computer. That wouldn't be so bad if I didn't constantly hear him growling and muttering and sometimes emitting what I can only describe as sex noises.
I digress.
I started fedding in 2000, or 2001, it's all hazy. I was a kid, then. Very young. Probably way too young for this.
I enjoy wrestling and writing fiction. I've written eight manuscripts, none published (they aren't very good to be honest), about two dozen short stories (some published in the Packet, yes it's a free quarterly magazine solely for the town what of it), and I'm coming off of about a year slump where I've been completely burned out on writing a single solitary word. God knows I've had ideas and God knows I've tried. But. Every time I tried to start something stopped me.
It's my hope that rediscovering what made writing fun in the first place will also help me rediscover how to bloody write again. If not, well, I promise the crash will be a spectacle.
And that's about it.
P.S. if you ever self-publish a book and it winds up in my library, for my sanity, please include important information like a classification number or publication information. If not I will hunt you down and kick your car bumper until your battery dies. Well, probably not.
But I'd want to.
What's first? Well, my name is John. I'm from Canada. I live in a small town. And since I'm paranoid about Google scraping the Internet for my personal data to sell to the Chinese that's as specific as I'm going to get.
What else? I enjoy living in the small town. I do not sell crack, or ass, for money, though you could argue it's something far worse; I'm a library tech. That means I take care of the free books you don't read, the movies you don't watch, and the software you don't use. It's a good job that pays well and I enjoy it. A lot of peace and quiet. Though there is this one guy who comes in almost every day just to listen to death metal nonstop on the computer. That wouldn't be so bad if I didn't constantly hear him growling and muttering and sometimes emitting what I can only describe as sex noises.
I digress.
I started fedding in 2000, or 2001, it's all hazy. I was a kid, then. Very young. Probably way too young for this.
I enjoy wrestling and writing fiction. I've written eight manuscripts, none published (they aren't very good to be honest), about two dozen short stories (some published in the Packet, yes it's a free quarterly magazine solely for the town what of it), and I'm coming off of about a year slump where I've been completely burned out on writing a single solitary word. God knows I've had ideas and God knows I've tried. But. Every time I tried to start something stopped me.
It's my hope that rediscovering what made writing fun in the first place will also help me rediscover how to bloody write again. If not, well, I promise the crash will be a spectacle.
And that's about it.
P.S. if you ever self-publish a book and it winds up in my library, for my sanity, please include important information like a classification number or publication information. If not I will hunt you down and kick your car bumper until your battery dies. Well, probably not.
But I'd want to.
