In my previous About Me, I refused to reveal anything about me, as I felt that nobody was following my blog and anything I said would be indulgent drivel dribbled into the neverending web ether.
Some people are now following my blog.
I am compelled to write something About Me.
I have the body of a man and the mind of a child…
I’m not sure that sets the right tone.
I am a man.
Okay, so far, so good.
I have a mind..
Right, we’re cooking on gas now..
I spend a lot of time projecting my thoughts and feelings onto cartoon animals.
Well, it’s true but what does that get me, apart from pitiful looks?
I want to make a career writing children’s picture books and this blog is part of that dream, some might say delusion. Please look at what I post, like what I post, tell friends about what I post and with immense luck perhaps an agent or publisher will see fit to buy me a new house.
That came across as desperate, didn’t it? There was no wit or humour, just plain and naked greed for fame.
I might need to think about this whole About Me thing.
Have a nice week and take time to feed the birds.