Sometimes, Constant Reader, I wonder about you.
I wonder about you all, honestly. Where did you come from? What drives you to make the art or the writing that you do? What gives you comfort on troubled days or on happier days? Why do you like my wackadoo writing?
Do you like Kirk or Picard?
I would assume that you wonder about me, even though I wear my heart on my skin as I write to you all out there in the ones and zeros. Especially with the slice of life wackiness that I serve up now and again. I just want to pull back the curtains a mite.
Got questions? Ask me.
There's no question too out of place or too weird. Like I said before, I would like us to be steadfast friends, Constant Reader, so why not get to know each other a little deeper and a little more closely.
Don't be shy now, my comment box is a'waitin'.