Dear Diary
September 18th, 2006 by Adam
Last week one of my dreams came true.
I’ve been a loyal fan of Consumption Junction for nigh on 8 years now, and unlike 99% of the people who peruse said site, I’m there primarily for the editorials. CJ has amassed a collection of brilliant writers, sharp wits, dodgy characters, and social outcasts to shine a little light on this depraved world with their pens. And considering that on any given day a million or more people pass through the flagship of the sick site armada, it’s no internet backwater. And on Wednesday, September 13, those million human beings were greeted by the words of none other than yours truly.
It’s not much: nothing that will win me any acclaim, certainly, but I’m still riding the elation of seeing my own words there, and the dozens of hate/fan emails I received. For several weeks I’ve been withdrawn artistically and have been looking for something to reinvigorate my pen. I think this was it.
Unfortunately my piece wasn’t archived in the normal way so it’s lost and gone forever, but the best news came in the form of a follow-up email by Marc, founder of Consumption Junction, saying “btw, if you’re interested in a more regular spot, let me know.” I almost shat myself when I read that, and while I have severe doubts about my ability to run in circles with Thomas and Danny and the like, I’m not about to quit in advance. “More humorous, more outlandish” is the charge, and if I could just write the way I think this would be a fucking cake walk.
Wish me luck, kids.
Adam