I’m a writer, writing. This is the spot—well, a spot—for music reviews, book reviews, movie reviews, short stories, poetry, journalism, and other word-centric things that I feel compelled to permanently publish online. Hopefully at some point you’re not my mom. Happy reading.
In the intro to her important and beautiful novel, The Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula K. Le Guin writes: “A novelist’s business is lying. The weather bureau will tell you what next Tuesday will be like, and the Rand Corporation will tell you what the twenty-first century will be like. I don’t recommend that you turn to writers for such information. It’s none of their business. All they’re trying to do is tell you what they’re like, and what you’re like—what’s going on—what the weather is now, today, in this moment, the rain, the sunlight, look! Open your eyes; listen, listen. That is what novelists say. All they can tell you is what they have seen and heard, in their time in this world, a third of it spent in sleep and dreaming, another third of it spent in telling lies.” The moniker, “wannabeLiar,” is my crude attempt at an homage to that wonderful description.