Always begin with an impossibility. New rule. Since this is my first post, you aren’t back as such (and by you I mean what ever poor cretin stumbled across this little corner of the wondrous world wide web), but I liked the sound of it anyway.

This blog has no aim. Maybe that’s why I’m doing it. Some sort of metaphysical stream of consciousness. Don’t get the wrong idea, this isn’t going to be some whiny livejournal. There will be no angst here, no whining for loves lost and dreams forgotten like some prissy fifteen year old. Nope, this is just rambling, of a faintly upbeat nature.

So here’s the deal. My name is James Morgan. I’m a failed novelist, failed comedian, failed academic, and a probably soon to be failed musician. I drink too much whiskey (jamesons, if you want to know) smoke too many cigarettes (marlboro lights and roll ups) and spend way too much time in my own head. Welcome to the blog.