Who is this guy?
In the quiet, spacious expanse of Long Island’s Eastern suburban sprawl, there was a boy named Jim who wrote odd stories in his notebooks, drew lots of strange pictures and acted out bizarre adventures in the nearby woods whenever he was away from home.
“These woods should have monsters. That would be awesome!” he’d often say.
Jim had some good friends and he liked them a lot, but there were many times when he wanted to be on his own and walk the wind-burned mountain trails, or sail the starlit oceans that rose and fell within the confines of his little head. Such journeys were easy for the boy. He didn’t even need to close his eyes.
As Jim got older, his adventures got to be more wild and more dangerous. As a result of this change, they also became more entertaining for his friends to read about. One day, he looked over his stack of notebooks, the old and frayed ones and the crisp new ones as well, and a new idea lit up like a streetlight at dusk. The young man wondered if other people might like to read his tales. He also wondered if a publishing house might cut him a big, fat check to come up with some new ones.
“That would be pretty slick!” Jim thought, and he got to work collecting his stories and sending letters through the mighty gates of New York City, where the publishing houses forge the fantasies of authors into the finest glistening paperbacks that ever lined the walls of shops.
For all of his efforts, the publishing houses of the great city were not interested in Jim’s tales. They only wanted stories about teenage wizards, or vampire boyfriends, or police labs that test bits of hair to find killers. He began to lose hope in the sharing of his stories, and started to consider telling a new tale about a teenage vampire wizard that works in a police lab testing hair, but this was not his calling. He kept on writing his stories of horrible beasts and sleek star ships because those things came naturally to him. Then, one fine day, Jim read something about a new kind of publishing house that accepted work from just about any fool who could save a word document.
“That’s bad-ass!” he said, very pleased with this discovery and, after a few months more of writing and spell-checking, his tales were set loose upon The Internet to entertain, annoy, confuse and offend people all over the world. Jim still writes his odd stories in his notebooks, and draws his strange pictures as well, but now they are collected here for all the world to see. So feel free to explore, critique and share links with others as you wish …and for Cthulhu’s sake, buy something!
Ongoing Projects
Novels and anthologies.
Tricky transfers made easy, for the technologically challenged. (Like myself)
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