For this blog, the label of “Writer wannabe” works fine. Of course
I’m really a complex multidimensional person who is averse to labels of any kind. (Especially the one in my
underwear-- which is chaffing really badly right now.) However, other labels for me might be: bon vivant, pragmatic techno-optimist,
swashbuckler, engineer, rapscallion, sex symbol. (This is my fantasy world!) In
my best Antonio Bandaras accent I declare “I ahm a mahn of meestery.” Like Michael Jackson, I'm introspective
and self defacing … oops, that’s effacing.
What could woo me away from the improbable dream? Commercial writing gigs,
AI R&D, system development, or anything else that’s moderately interesting or lucrative. Madam Strabismus, my personal
seer, says professional soccer; extending the artistic legacies of DaVinci, Bach, and Ellington; and hiking the A-Trail are
currently not in the cards.
To find out more, keep reading! I’m offering a prize to the
first person who can tell me my age, sex, ethnicity, hometown, socio-economic status, educational background, family
situation, and psychoses? (Please help me!) Am I: (a) A hip 80 year old Punjabi grandmother of 27?, (b) A disembodied AI slowly extending
my tendrils into household appliances everywhere, (c) A precocious teen with stubborn acne and an attitude to match?, (d)
A middle aged long-haul trucker with a good map of Wi-Fi hotspots?, (e) Other? __________ (be specific!) To borrow a line
from In Vitro: Genesis (my incubating novel): “On the Internet, no one knows
you’re a god.” Family, friends, and personal seers are not eligible. Void where prohibited.
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J. W. Johnston