No, I'm Not Totally Insane

Some of you have questioned my sanity recently. Not that you don't have a right to do so, considering some of the stuff I put out here, but I feel that an explanation might be in order concerning a specific area of your questioning.

I wrote a two-part story entitled Wonderbreadanimalman. I'll grant you that it was a bizarre tale, but I thought that Part Two did a fair job of making it seem slightly less like I had completely flipped my lid.

Anyway, I wrote this story as the result of a challenge I set out to you, the reader. I asked you, here
to be my assignment editor. Some of you (and I thank you) responded. If you scroll down and read the comments on that posting, you'll see some of the suggestions I received, one of which, from DJ Big Mick, was the genesis of Wonderbreadanimalman.

The thing is, I wrote the first part of that story as the challenge had been presented to me. I had intended to have Wonderbreadanimalman actually go on a mission to capture an evildoer, etc., but after posting, I couldn't come up with as decent a resolution as I had originally intended. I also realized that it was a much more insane piece of material than I had originally thought.

Now, I could have forestalled some of this trouble if I had just waited a few hours to post - thereby giving myself a chance to re-read what I had written, and possibly seeing the troublesome task I had set myself - but I'm nothing if not impatient to see my work published, so I just put it out there immediately, trusting in my improvisational ability to get me out of any deep shit I might get myself into.

(This is, by the way, how I operate my life in general. I dig myself a hole and then figure out how to get out of it afterwards. Usually, I'm able to come up with something that doesn't doom me.)

Anyway, instead of going with my original idea, I tried to think of a way out without just posting something like, "Hey, guys, I really wrote something weird, huh? Sorry. Don't have an ending. You'll just have to put up with that sort of lackadaisical crap if you want to read me."

I'm somewhat proud of how I wrote myself out of trouble on it. However, some of you probably never even got through part one. Oh, well. Chalk it up to severely misguided self-confidence.

Anyway, I'm only partially insane. DJ Big Mick is also partially insane. Between us, however, we appear to be completely insane, but we're hardly ever in the same place at the same time, so the world in general has nothing much to worry about.

Later, with something sane.