Everybody has a blog. My grandmother’s cat has a blog. Actually, that’s a lie. My grandmother doesn’t have a cat. But if she did, and if said cat were of an outgoing nature, a creature of publicity and remarkable sufficiency–say, perhaps, a Siamese or American Tabby (none of your self-centred Scottish Folds)–that cat, you can be assured, would have a blog. So, now I have a blog. I’m not quite sure why. I’m certain that it will largely be used to subject my friends to what ravings they do not hear from me on a regular basis.
It will also be utilized for me to make noises about what movies, books and television shows I think are underrated, overrated and never rated at all; what authors are idiots and not worth the money they earn, and what authors have been needlessly and sadly forgotten. What directors ought to be shot of cannons, and what directors deserve greater veneration. And finally, of course, this blog will be used for shameless self-promotion as I attempt to actually get my own fictional work into print. Not to mention the promotion of my exceptionally talented and neglected friends.
I have titled this blog ‘Suddenly, a shot rang out …’ because I find it amusing. And because that best sums up my own writing style: a little snarky, a little romantic, a little violent and a little … Snoopy-ish. If Snoopy didn’t write those five words first, he certainly wrote them best.
So, it was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly, a shot rang out …