Starting these things is always a pain. You feel like you’ve got to start with a certain amount of pomp and grandeur, and I suppose sometimes you lose sight of the fact that you’re writing a blog, not the next great work of literature. So I won’t do that, but I will introduce myself, if I may.
I’m a writer and an artist at heart. I want to be stirred, harrowed, moved, shaken. I’ve read that great art makes your world bigger, and I believe it. So this is going to be mostly blogging about books and art and sometimes music and the stuff I buy at the book store, and then perhaps what I think of them after I’m done. I’m also prone to staying up till rather ungoly hours of the night. I’m a self-imposed insomniac. Just so you know… the only thing I don’t allow is morning-people here. (That means if you’re the kind of person who knows how to smile before 10 a.m.)
Drop me a line, have a cup of coffee, recommend me a book. This is, after all, a place for insomniacs.
