April 12th, 2005
I've been at home the last couple of work days. I have been experiencing the most excruciating pain in my right foot. I've had it at least a couple of weeks, and thought that maybe I could "walk it off". But apparently not: I spent Sunday walking around my old university campus with my wife, and I was so hobbled on Monday that I couldn't even get my foot into a shoe! (And I think the good folks at work are starting to think I'm being a big baby about a sore foot.)
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I was quite moved by the response to my latest story. In the first 24 hours I received 616 hits to my new short story page, and my monthly average has gone up considerably for all pages, not just The Storyboard.
In fact, since I posted my new story last week, I've had over a thousand visitors to my website. So ... er ... welcome. I feel somewhat humbled by so many folks coming around and reading my blog and stories, checking out my band's songs, etc.
And, despite the influx of folks, I haven't had a single email—which may seem like a bad thing, but it also means nobody is writing to complain! (It happens.) So I guess my worry that people might think I've blown a brain-gasket because of the nasty nature of the story was unjustified. Either that, or everyone else is a few bytes short of a K too, and I don't stand out ...
By the way, this isn't the first time I've dabbled in unpleasantness ... heck, I once played guitar and sang a punk song that quotes a letter by the Son of Sam.
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