I’d heard of this blog thing and would have never thought I could find a site that actually offered the service for free (besides myspace). So I’m doing what I do anywhere between 25 and 100 times a day- checking my email. I got on this listserve while I was at a poetry reading a while back. Sometimes there’s some interesting stuff posted, but 90% of the time it’s some bull shit black righteous type shit. There’s some tones of black righteousness that turn me off… that just sound out of tune to me... the racist kind. The kind that seeks to resurrect the energy of the civil rights movement but without integration. I’m not sure what it is, but it irritates me and saddens me… however I have yet to unsubscribe. (back on track) In my inbox is a link to a blog for mothers that was posted on the listserve. It didn’t say it, but being the intuitive type of dude I am, I came to the conclusion that the blog was particularly for black mothers. I scanned it a bit, and it didn’t take long for me to find the “baby daddy” post. You know what; I’ll admit it- I was looking for it. I knew it had to be there. Like the cumshot in your favorite porn flick… let’s just fast-forward to the end.

Talk about under representation. Where are all the blogs for black fathers? So I follow the link to the blog website, and to my surprise it’s easy and best of all free. I started off thinking this would be that blog for black fathers, and then I changed my mind. I really have nothing to say to them, except for hold your head. This is my attempt at pretending to be the writer I am. A pacifier of some sort to make me feel like I’m not wasting valuable time.

I just started reading this Stephen King book “on writing” and he started submitting work when he was like 16. I’ll be 25 in two weeks, and yeah he didn’t have TV during his childhood, but that excuse can only take me so far (nowhere). I was surprised to read he was working two jobs with a wife and two kids before he actually made it. Yet he still made the time to write. Of course he didn’t want to change the world like I do, but if he did he had the work ethic to do it. I say that, but then I think what writer doesn’t want to change the world? Even if all he did was make you that much more afraid of the dark or desensitized to evil and crazy weird off the wall stuff (I don’t know what else to call it)- he made an impact. Every writer wants someone to read their shit. And while I think every artist is some what narcissistic (I know I am), everyone wants to have some sort of impact. There’s a scene in United States of Leland, where Don Cheadle is like “you’re not a writer unless someone’s reading your shit.” So read my shit and help me change the world.