If You Search For My Website With: “Is it True That Slade Pooped on Glass Tables”…
Apparently and unfortunately, you will get my website. But I do not understand how. Sure, I’m glad it gets you to my site, but really, how embarrassing to search for me with such an unflattering question.
First off, my character Slade is a washed up drugged out punk rocker, prone to violent outbursts and the most offensive behavior. But he certainly has not pooped on a glass table. I’m not ruling out other types of tables, rugs, socks or small furry animals. But I assure you, he’s not defiled a glass table. At least, not yet.
Secondly, if anyone were to associate the word “poop” which one of my characters at least get the character correct. When I think of my writing (which I assure you if of the highest caliber) and poop, I think of Chigger “FreckleFart” Larson who was caught praying on the pooper.
Quite scandalous, I know. In Chigg’s defense, the bathroom stall was the only place she could find for such a private moment. The praying, I mean.
As a writer, I’d like to think that readers could find my website by searching for any of the following:
• “Greatest writer on the face of the earth.”
• “Winner of every Nobel Prize for Literature for the next eighty years.”
• Or simply, “She who’s name cannot be spoken.”
As a realist, I’m pretty certain the last selection would not direct people to my website. But as my literary career progresses, I’m fairly confident readers will be able to find my site using the first two selections.
But until then, I guess just search for me with, “Is it True That Slade Pooped on Glass Tables”…
You’ll get me every time.