My Great English Novel (An Introduction)

Hey, how’s it going?

That’s my greeter, by the way. In case you were wondering. Since the redesign, I’ve been thinking of marketing ideas so I thought I’d get a greeter for this blog.

You know, like they have in shops when you go in? “Hi, how are you guys doing today?” That kind of thing. It’s a personal touch.

So I’ve been thinking more and more about writing a story, and I’ve made a start. Check it out:

There was a sky like lead that morning, soft and heavy. Under it sat a boy.

There had been dreams – chances, mostly, and he was burdened as usual, this time by the conviction that many of those ships, dreamboats if you like, had sailed. It was a false notion – most of them had merely slipped their moorings; but there was no telling that to Russell.

Still he faced the future, often with a fixed grin like that of a ballroom dancer, but the main thing is there was a future with him in it.

Let me tell you about Russell Dooley.

How about that shit? Who says there’s not a story in me? Oh yeah, I do.

Well, I’m full of it. Fuck you, me.

Is there anything you’re looking for in particular? This one is a very nice blog post. This one was written today.

The first line was something I wrote on twitter, so why not start a novel that way? I even have a working title:

“Heads Up, Bitches”

Nice, right? Anyway - Monday, and I promised you this week that you’d hear songs you never heard and here’s the first.

The songwriter is someone I know online from a while back and you can catch his band Cure For Static if you’re ever in Boston.

It’s by Jarrett Clayman and it’s full of great chords and has a great natural vibe.

Enjoy California Sky

Bye, thanks a lot.