Hello dear readers, my hairless primates, my filthy monkey-men,
I must apologize in advance for I am starting this off on a somber note. I have a confession to make. It concerns a dark secret that I’ve kept from my friends and family, but since you and I have grown so close (during the time it took for this page to load) I figure I could open up to you.
Okay, my dirty secret is the undeniable fact that I’m a company man. That’s right. And for those lucky enough not to know what a company man is, let me explain.
A company man is someone who puts the organization first and himself last. In simpler terms, he’s the yes-man at your office, the brown-noser everybody hates. It’s said that a company man has no soul (and as an atheist I’d have to agree), but speaking metaphorically a company man does indeed have a soul, however, he sells it on a daily basis for a check. This is true. And it goes the same for myself, the only difference being my “company” is not limited to a mere office building. No, ya see, I don’t just brown nose during a nine to five, my nose is shoved up the ass of society itself.
When I step out of the house it’s in a costume. I got my tap shoes, the shoe polish, the red lipstick, and (of course) my shit eating grin (don’t leave home without it). I smile and I nod and say what I think they want to hear… And the “check” I’m selling my proverbial soul for is not only monetary, it’s’ for a pat on the head and a Scooby snack. In short, it’s for acceptance.
Have you ever heard someone say after a long day of work something along the lines of getting home and letting their hair down? I know that feeling well, but for me letting one’s hair down just won’t do, when I get home I gotta let the beast out. The beast is my true self of course. Born a man, but caged long enough to become an animal.
I know what you’re gonna say: “A tad bit on the dramatic side, don’t cha think?” But of course! I wouldn’t be a writer if I didn’t have a flair for the dramatic.
But seriously, the point of the intro is this. In everyday life, I (as well as many of you out there) have to play a role. We say what’s expected, make sure not ruffle any feathers, avoid making anyone too uncomfortable.
Here, there are no such boundaries.
This site is the home to come and let your hair down, let the beast out. I come here to remove the face paint, kick off my dancing shoes, wipe off the grin, and say whatever the hell comes to mind. In short, it’s having a platform to be oneself, to speak/write/think without worrying about breaking any social norms.
I hope that you, my filthy monkey-men (and women), will eventually feel the same regarding this space.
When I initially came up with the idea for this site the focus was on my fiction writing. I planned to post a chapter or two from a novel I’m currently working on. I also had excerpts from stories I recently started. Unfortunately I soon learned doing so would extinguish all hope of getting it published. I was ignorant of the fact that posting your work online is essentially considered publishing it, and publishers (like suicide bombers) have a serious thing for virgins… So I’m taking a new angle (and frankly, a better one).
The first step was to put my pen where my mouth was and create a nonfiction section for me to rant about any and everything. An opportunity to take whatever’s rattling around in my head and put it on the page.
Fiction is a great way to hide behind characters, but with an essay/blog/rant, there is no hiding. Everyone will know that these are your feelings, your ideology. They will know whether you’re an asshole or not.
(FYI: I’m an asshole.)
The second step was to write new fiction. Short fiction written specifically for the website. I knew there was still the same pitfalls of wasting good ideas that would never be published, but I figure in the end it would be a benefit. Simply put, the more I write the better I’ll get. And having deadlines really forces the inspiration. Not to mention I’ll be putting unpolished work out there for the world to see. (Trial by fire anyone?).
So that’s the plan. I’ll start posting about two pieces a week (hopefully), with one rant and one short story/flash fiction. The fiction will be under the tab MADE UP MONKEY SHIT. (You aren’t really surprised are you?).
As far as the technical side that’s basically it. There is no real connecting theme, besides the fact that it covers subjects that interest me. So be prepare for topics all over the spectrum, from religion (and why I hate them) to comic books (and why I worship them).
If successful, this will at least be a place you know comes without a filter, while always staying constructive and respectful to people (not ideas).
And yes, I’ve already got the warnings… I’d be a fool not to know the name alone will keep some people from clicking on the link, or even liking the page on Facebook, but that’s not what this is about. Obviously, like most writers, I want to reach as many people as possible, but if I had to compromise my voice in order to reach a broader audience I might as well stop now. I already spend way too much time as a company man.
And before I go, if there’s a topic on here you think I should cover (or if you’d like to come on and do a guest post) click on the “Get in Touch” tab up top and shoot me a message.
I’d also love feedback on the site in general. As you can tell from this rambling message the website (like the universe) will continue to grow and expand… and as a writer the more I write, I can only hope that I (like all life on this planet) will continue to evolve. (That’s right you fundies, deal with it!)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ishmael Brown is an award-winning writer. (And the fact that the award happens to be a trophy for a high school wrestling tournament takes absolutely nothing away from that statement.)