Category Archives: Metablogging

Greatly Exaggerated

I don’t have anything in particular bringing me out of my long vacation, except to try and beat the clock before it’s been a whole year. And if I wait on something momentous enough to make a big re-entrance on, well, I’ll keep putting it off. Therefore: Behold! Blog necromancy.

Now let us celebrate with some musings on mortality from another reclusive, hiatus-prone weirdo who keeps coming back around:

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Not Dead but Dreaming

I seem to have been inexplicably On Hiatus for a while. Sorry about that. Your regularly-scheduled1 broadcasts will resume shortly.

In the meantime – and in keeping with the reference invoked by this post’s title, here at the outset of the Season of Mists – go have a read of this brace of posts by Professor Geoffrey K. Pullum on Lingua Franca on the subject of H.P. Lovecraft’s old (excuse me) haunts, and the troubling aspects of the Gentleman of Providence we latter-day fans are obliged to have a hard look at.

(And on that second theme, for my beloved and eloquent cousin, who recently reminded me of it: How to be a fan of problematic things.)

Ta for now. Back soon.

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1 Such as they are. Quit laughing.


No Beginnings

Beginnings and endings are contingent things anyway; inventions, devices. Where does any story really begin? There is always context, always an encompassingly greater epic, always something before the described events, unless we are to start every story with “BANG! Expand! Sssss…”, then itemise the whole subsequent history of the universe before settling down, at last, to the particular tale in question.

– Iain M. Banks, The Algebraist

It must be arbitrary, then, the place at which we choose to embark.

– Clive Barker, Weaveworld

I would say that I’m bad at beginnings, but I’m not sure that’s true. I’m bad at endings, or possibly just challenged at producing enough middles so that endings are possible. But the start of an endeavor produces a particular kind of terror, the blank page stretching ahead perfect and unmarred, waiting for all the mistakes to be made.

Nonetheless, everything has to start somewhere. So here we are.

Therefore, by way of introduction: Hello, and welcome! I’m Dan; I am (in no particular order) a writer and student of the craft of language, both professionally and avocationally; a musician and music lover with broad and eccentric tastes; a nerd; a Unitarian Universalist; a feminist and LGBTQ advocate, and supporter of social justice in general; a cook and gourmand; a former Theatre major; a poet, or at least a versifier with pretentions; and, maybe more than anything else, a lover of stories, without much prejudice as to the medium they’re conveyed in. I expect I’ll be writing about all of these things here, and the places where they intersect, as well as whatever other shiny topics or ideas present themselves to me.

This is not a beginning. This is simply where things go forward. Watch this space.