Rebirth of the HorneBlower... Almost

Well, this may be the very worst idea I’ve ever had, but I’m going to give it a go. For those of you who don’t know, the Horneblower was a little newsletter I used to write to family and friends. I really just wrote self-deprecating riffs on my sad life, to everyone’s amusement. It was fun to do, and got me lots of jobs and dates, so I never missed a week. And you know some people make jokes to cover when they’re just uncomfortable or in pain… Ha ha… That is funny. Anywho… 

Why now? Because I have to write – it’s in my soul, it’s clogging my arteries (I’m sure it’s not the KFC), and it’s just going to come up as cancer if I don’t get it out of me. I’ll start out small, with no schedule, and just riff on my life. As an exercise. A little jam. Tea with jam and bread. That will bring me back to dough, with any luck. Technology’s influence means there will now be shiny pictures, movies, and hyperlinks to make it all the more of a distraction from your hateful job.

If you'd like to download excerpts from the original Horneblower (1996-1997), click here.