I’m going to be upfront with you. I am starting this blog with the sole aim of shamelessly promoting my upcoming first novel, Canine (name to change soon, I’m sure), and all my subsequent novels, because that is apparently what hopeful authors do these days on their rocketing path toward literary greatness. I’m not convinced I can pull it off. But this is the plan. End goal: sell millions of copies of novel after successful novel and happily live the rest of my days not using the neuroscience degree I’ve been doggedly pursuing in the interest of self-preservation.
Please don’t get me wrong. I deeply enjoy my field. I can talk all day about it. I will probably bore you to tears with neuro-musings in future posts. But I can’t say I’m going to like my job. What job I am pursuing doesn’t matter. I don’t particularly want a job anymore, ever, and that’s why I need you. If I have you, and you like me, and I can get you to like my stuff, and you tell all your friends I’m pretty cool, you can see how this helps me toward my goal of living my whole life in front of my laptop. Maybe I can justify to my family why I’ve spent so many years abstaining from quality social time.
I don’t want to bore you going on and on about how fantastic my one first novel is. Not remotely. I want to bore you with other things, like badly-executed brownie recipes and gorillas you can’t see. I want to tell you about all the other works I have in store. I plan to hit the ground running. I promise you’ll like me.