Welcome to my corner of the interwebs, fellow travelers! This is my first foray into blogging with a point—I've kept a personal blog of sorts for years, but it's never really been about anything. This site will be my detour (see what I did there) into productive, intelligible, world-hunger-solving thoughts and writing about fantasy, whoo!
First off, as this is the very first post, I'm going to tell you what I'm doing here and what you can expect. I want a place to talk about fantasy and show off cool cover art and maybe even mutter in somber tones about the state of publishing. Like lots of bloggers in the speculative fiction blogosphere, I want to get the eff published omg. And so I'll also chronicle my procrastination, misadventures, and, hopefully later on, staggering success, and share with you what I learn along the way as I try to write and get published.
I will post as often as I can, but I've got the slows, as they say (or don't say...), both when it comes to reading new books for reviews, and writing those reviews. I do have some reviews lined up for my first posts, so I'll try to maintain that
buffer. This will mainly be a review site, as I won't even try to keep up with breaking fantasy news that other more competent blogs can report on so much better and faster, but you may just catch me being topical now and then.
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I love fantasy. Lurve it, in fact. Cities built around indestructible, luminescent glass structures left behind from an ancient race; nineteen castles guarding a thousand-foot-tall wall of ice; a tree-eating, herbivore dragon getting totally stoned and burning down a town; a messed up, crazy wizard in the body of a marionette puppet running away from pony-sized shadow dogs—I mean, how can anyone resist?
This is a new affair. I can't claim that my parents read me to sleep with tales of Narnia or anything; my friend lent me a copy of A Game of Thrones in college one day and I was like holy shit. So because I haven't lived with the vintage sort of love of fantasy many authors and reviewers have the pleasure of having, I feel very much like the n00b—I don't have history. I haven't read lots of the great works of fantasy and can't draw nice inter-book parallels and make scholarly allusions. But!
That's actually a good thing too, I've rationalized. All those times fantasy vets lament how they wish they never read a certain book just so they can read it again for the first time, well, that's totally me! I get to read awesome stuff for the first time!
And I can't wait to get to it, especially now, when fantasy is getting so auspiciously mainstream. I walk into Borders and my heart sings to see the huge selection of speculative titles on the premium half-height bookshelves in the smack center of the store. It's like I stumbled onto a grove of new fruit just hanging there voluptuously (as voluptuously as fruit can hang I suppose), waiting for me to pick them and suck out their juices. *rawr*
But I also know that professing your love of genre fiction would get you silently dismissed in the eyes of big L literary circles, but this is also very good: there's a cause I can fight for and rally around. Let's honk those upturned noses and get some monocles popping off in astonishment.
I firmly believe a jaded, calm tolerance of everyday life is bullshit. Wonder! Awe! It's marvelous! Cry out, pump your fists
in the air, cheer! Exclamation mark! We need more triumph and celebration and amazement in our line-up of feelings and I think fantasy is all about that. That is why I read and love fantasy and thank the gods I finally found genre. 
