…For the both of us. You already know who you are, but who is the fool blogging here and what is with that name?
I am a writer. I’m certain you’ve guessed that by now. As for the question I know you’re asking – because I’ve heard it every time I’ve introduced myself to someone new – no, you probably can’t find my work anywhere; not yet. I am, constantly it seems, trying to get my work out to as wide an audience as possible. I send stories to magazines, queries to agents, and manuscripts to whoever will take them. That being said, this blog isn’t going to be about my writing, well not mostly. It’s about my life – the parts of it fit for public consumption – and my thoughts about, well, about anything. Relax, I promise I’ll keep my more trivial thoughts to myself. (The great thing about a blog is it allows one to edit one’s internal monologue, as opposed to spouting willy-nilly like every drunk in every bar you’ve ever been in. And you don’t come home smelling like smoke and calculating, to the minute, exactly how much sleep you can get before you have to get up for work, or school, or whatever.) Also, I don’t intend this to be group therapy session where I perpetually hold the talking stick. But I will talk about whatever significant thing, idea, event, or general weirdness that has set itself to ricocheting around inside my skull like a high-bounce ball in a pinball machine; and occasionally what’s going on in my writing career.
So, that’s that. It’s a start anyways, and all things begin small.
Oh, about the name thing. The blog is called ‘yestess’ Because my name is Tess. I’m male, the last I checked, and the dissonance this causes in people I meet for the first time is profound. The tag line is the answer to the question I hear just about as often as the writer one, “What’s it short for?” It isn’t. The story of how I came by my name is an interesting one, but one that will have to wait for some other time…