Manifesto
Let’s start off on the right foot: this is not a ‘blog’. I propose that we simply do away with that clumsy moniker because it has no discretion. It is applied too liberally: NY Times Blogs alongside the daily edition of “What I Had For Lunch”. To avoid confusion, let’s call this website an Editorial. Of course, my cry for distinction will probably fall on deaf ears for its youth. This room is very crowded and the chatter is relentless. Still, I reserve the right to my voice even if I make myself hoarse from screaming. Perhaps one day I will be able to salvage the last shred of dignity I abandoned when, as an unknown writer, I chose to publish on the web.
Why publish online? Because I need practice writing as bad as the web needs more good writers. And the convenience of it cannot be overlooked. Publishing online is free and it offers the potential for a fairly large, intelligent audience. Besides, a little man on my shoulder told me in a heavy southern accent that I would be a “damned fool” not to take advantage of the situation. I had no choice but to comply.
As you know, readers, there is no website without an audience. The internet is a creative tool as well as a communicative tool. There’s gotta be give and take on both sides, as creator and as consumer. I understand that my job, as a writer, is to supply the entertainment: to make you laugh; to make you cry; to make you angry; to inspire you. In return, I ask only that you keep me honest. With that, I give myself to you, dear readers. Tear me to pieces.
