I’ve been looking for an opening to start an ongoing blog on this website, and I suppose, for someone like yours truly who considers himself very much a dyed-in-the-wool “horror” guy,” Halloween is as good a time as any to kick things off. Wouldn’t you agree?
I never know how to start these things. Blogging is (usually) easy and (always) fun once you get into the swing of things, but that first post, for me at least, is a bitch. Do I just launch right into talking about all the different subjects I’ve been wanting to talk about, as if this blog has always been here, like I didn’t just barf it into existence this very day? Do I try to assemble some kind of manifesto or mission statement, as if I had any intentions for this blog other than making it a repository for whatever random musings I may have about genre fiction, the craft of writing, or any other damn thing that pops into my head (probably pizza; that’s what’s usually on my mind at any given moment)?
I guess I’ll just start things off with a quick, basic introduction as to who I am and what this website is all about.
My name is William Tea. I was born and raised in the heart of coal country in Northeastern Pennsylvania. And I am a writer. Well, kind of. At the moment, I have only a handful of published stories to my name, but I’m hoping to increase that number substantially in time.
Listen, I didn’t say I was a successful writer.
I’ve always had a passion for stories and storytelling, but for many years I was far too introverted and self-conscious to share anything I wrote with the rest of the world. At a certain point in my life, my focus shifted away from fiction writing and towards the field of journalism. I spent many years concerned solely with print journalism on a local level, ready to more or less shun my impulse towards fiction as self-indulgent and impractical. But old habits die hard, and if you’re really passionate about something, if it really means that much to you, you can’t deny it for long.
I think a lot of people who consider themselves creative go through similar bouts of self-doubt, wondering if their desires for a fulfilling and active artistic life are anything more than fanciful pipe-dreams whose only function is to take time and energy away from more pragmatic concerns. Truth is, that attitude is straight-up bullshit. And the best way to combat it is with a positive outlook (admittedly, not one of my strong suits) and unflagging dedication (surprisingly, that one is). If it’s in you, it’s in you; there’s no changing it.
I have a need to tell stories. I have ideas in my head that are begging to come out and get put onto paper. Even if no one else thinks much of them but me, sometimes I feel like if I don’t give these ideas an escape hatch out of my skull then my whole damn melon will pop like a particularly putrescent pimple.
So, here I am. I’m back, and you didn’t even know I was here or that I ever left in the first place. But that will change, I think. Because this time, I’m not going to keep my writing to myself. At the end of the day, my number one audience has to be myself; I’d argue that’s how it should be with any artist or creator. But, dagnabbit, I’m too old to be scared of what other people think anymore. What good are written words if they go unread, right?
So that’s me in a nutshell. There’s a lot more to tell, of course, but I’ll save that motley melange of meditations, anecdotes, and confessions for the future. Got to have something blog about, eh? For now, I think you get the gist.
Going forward, this website will be my little corner of the Internet, a digital office space for me to come and speak my mind, organize and update my writing efforts, shamelessly hawk my meager bibliography of published works to whatever audience I can brow-beat into paying attention into me, and, mostly, just have fun.
If you’re reading these words right now, I thank you for caring enough about what I have to say to do so. Like I said, what good are written words if they go unread? I hope you’ll stick around, or at least return again soon. And I hope that, through my writings, I can deliver at least a small but hopefully heady dose of entertainment into your life.
Until next time, Happy Halloween. Remember to check your candy.
– William Tea