I know tax season is a boon for a lot of you guys. I’m one of the lucky folks who actually pays income tax, so when the trip to the CPA today ended in me coming home and weeping with my head in my hands, I had an epiphany.
I really have to stop wasting my time doing this. If I am going to write, I’m going to write for something. It’s no longer sufficient that I just get paid in the brain.
I’m going to take a break from this and strive toward something productive. I have stories to tell, and the last year has been my writer’s version of burning your first 1000 oil paintings (because they’re shit, obviously). I’ve done that and learned quite a bit. Now it’s time to shine.
I’ll probably end up writing Internet porn, and that’s fine, but I’d rather sell things I’ve had brewing in me since forever. I know I can do this. This blog was a test of sorts for me. When I saw Billy West speak last year I knew I had to do something creative and here it is. Now it’s time for Phase Two. I owe it to myself and my family to try.
So here lies The Bob Talbot dot com. I may pop in from time to time to update you when something significant occurs, but this will no longer be my almost-daily shitpost buffet. We’ve got bigger fish to fry.
I thank all twelve of you constant readers, and Mom. I love you Mom.
Here’s to the next step.