Hey, Mark Williams, yes, this Mark Williams, is starting yet another blogging writing site.
Yes, the Mark you all know from such places as high school, work, and a small stint at various universities.
You've heard my name, and responded, "Oh, Mark...Mark... oh yeah, he did the America Booth, or, oh yeah, he was the quiet kid right?, or oh yeah, he wrote those melodramatic stories and stared at that one girl in class.
Or, doesn't ring a bell.
Doesn't matter. I just want to find a niche of people who are willing to read my writings, and perhaps comment upon them.
Projects I have planned so far are just two:
Ten short stories in ten days (story one starts April 1st, and the series will end, obviously, on the tenth)
And the interactive fiction experience, including a blogspot and facebook profile. This will be my attempt at post-modern fiction, creating a fictional person that my readers can interact with.
In the mean time, I will be writing at least once per day, and I will be writing things of no particular importance on several different topics.
Follow me on twitter if you want to keep up.
Added after the switch from poopy livejournal to much less poopy blogger:
Alright, here is why I've switched. First off, everything on here makes sense. The layout doesn't confuse me and is intuitive. There is a save now button. Stats are free to view. And I could easily select helvetica as my font of choice. Anything is better than that fucking awful font that MS Word forces me to use. I even wrote a poem bizarre assignment about it. So, to introduce myself anew in blog intro mumbo number eight, here is a hastily written thing I wrote ten minutes before class:
Dirty Calibri and the Blind
Why must Word force me into Calibri
Why must Word force me into Calibri
And the grammar editor, well I know better
And the grammar editor, well I know better
Calibri, I know better and must Word force me into,
well, the grammar editor. Why?
These moments repeated thousands of times
These moments repeated thousands of times
Each one recalling the last with regret
Each one recalling the last with regret
Moments recalling thousands of times,
Each one the last repeated, these with regret.
Dirty desk highlighting the mind
Dirty desk highlighting the mind
Hopeless wishes, the blind leading blind
Hopeless wishes, the blind leading blind.
Dirty hopeless blind leading the mind,
The desk highlighting blind wishes.
Dirty Calibri, and the grammar editor
Well, I know better. Why must Word
force me into hopeless moments
leading wishes, each one the last with regret.
Thousands of times the blind recalling the blind.
These repeated, desk highlighting mind.
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