Stagefright

I’m a professional writer, so it’s funny I freeze up at the idea of composing a blog. But I suppose I have to say something, if only because my website (www.collinpiprell.com) has been infested with bloggers and their blogs right from day one.

To start with, my friend Jack set up a squat on my site, and immediately began to run a blog, I guess convinced that the whole world will be fascinated with his career as a hack writer (his own characterization). Soon after, it began to get stranger than that. Now I find some sort of channel, maybe a digital wormhole, between my site and a guy who started off as a mere character in one of my books but who now, he claims, inhabits a generated reality 50 years in the future. What’s next? I almost hate to look.

Anyway, I expect my own blog will be only sporadic. And pretty terse. I sell words for a living, and I can’t afford to go around squandering them for no good reason. Unlike certain website squatters that I won’t mention again, at least not in this installment.

Okay, so I’ll mention him once more. I see Jack has a list of “Books enjoyed” on his blog. Funny thing. At least half those books are books I bought and can’t seem to find now, no matter how hard I shake down my apartment. I haven’t even had a chance to read Remainder yet. But yo, Jack: I’m really happy to hear you enjoyed it.
While I’m on the topic: does anyone want to buy a book? I have plenty of words, artfully arranged, that need a good publisher. Top of the list is MOM, a science-fiction novel (not really genre sci-fi), and a real departure from my usual adventure thrillers and humor.