Whoever you are and wherever you are, I send you greetings. I’m flattered and grateful that you’ve come here for a visit. You see, I can use the company.
Oh, don’t worry about me. I have a loving son, a handful of good friends and even a few hundred admirers, most of whom are still alive. But official literary recognition seems to have eluded me, despite my remarkable way with words and ideas. (It’s tough to win recognition these days when standup comics are accorded more respect than essayists. )
Even my agent loves my work but doesn’t quite know what to do with me. For nearly three years now, we’ve been playing a futile game of “How about this?” and “No, but how about this?” I’m beginning to feel a little like Charlie Brown running up to kick that football, even though I strongly suspect that Lucy will be pulling it away at the last second. What else can I do but try valiantly to kick the ball again? It’s my lot.
Now that you’re here, I hope you’ll stick around. At least until you have something important to do. Check out my books, published and unpublished. Enjoy a hefty sampling of quotations from my lively but sadly neglected oeuvre. Delve into my life story. Read my latest rants and laments. And, if you feel so inclined, contact me. (I’ve provided all the information you need.)
Thanks for noticing. Glad somebody did.
