One Day He Woke Up and Decided to Be Famous

Or successful. Or good at something. Or maybe he was just trying out how to write a blog post on his new website.

To be real, the goal isn't/shouldn't be fame or success, but to complete projects such as books. I knew I wanted to be a writer since fourth grade, but it was not until twenty-six years later that an idea I loved came to me. For a while I'd wanted to be a tour guide, but one who made his city sound awful, made you so glad you didn't live there, but who also made you laugh a lot. I didn't live in an awful enough place, so I made one up. While Bustleburg is horribly, magically bad, there are three things to note. 1) Bustleburg is largely for your enjoyment 2) Bustleburg's realities reflect bad practices and policies that are (probably) found everywhere and 3) there are much worse places than Bustleburg, but they're not funny at all. In this blog, I'm going to try to explore more about Bustleburg with you, probably try to grow as a person, figure out how to write new stories, and probably make a boatload of typographical errors.

Thanks for being here. :)