Is the fiction market dead?

Ok, so here goes.  I have heard that this and that about fiction markets dying and what have you.  Sure, Stephen King probably doesn't make enough to bail out the American economy anymore but is it dead?

Dead?  Really?

If you go back into history, people who wrote shit, yes shit, didn't make much money.  Hegel for instance had to work as a head master to pay his bills.  Imagine the great Hegel sitting there writing away on his scroll listening to the many reasons, in German, on why little Wilhelm, was doing better than his teachers thought.  Can you think for a moment what was going through his Germanic brain?  No wonder he gave us dialectic thinking.

I work with a guy who's an asshole.  I digress.

Is the fiction market dead?  Well, no I'm sorry.  Even if people tell stories to each other that's evidence that fiction is still alive.  Unless our Alien Overlords arrest us and take us into captivity for the purposes of rampant anal probing until the mayan Calendar clicks over to December, 31st, 2011, fiction will never die.  Take for example the idea that we have government, FICTION!

Your wife engages in fiction every single time your cock slides into her vagina. 

I am Sam Steell bitches! 

So it's been 15 days?

I hate to say it but I suck at this internet thing.  Jesus!  I have spent so long wanting to try it all out and then I turn up LATE and bring all this pressure onto myself.  Why do I do it?  Oh right, I have soul destroying students to contend with that could suck the piss out of vinegar.   That's an aside.

Time to get serious about this bullshit.

Late to the party... always

Well here we go. 

Black and white text on a black background.  I remember giving my first lecture and talking so fast that I was so nervous.   Reminds me of sex.  Not then now. 

Welcome to my world.  It doesn't exist but it's interesting.  This blog is a place for me to talk about what I am doing and where I am going with my main passion, my writing.  Since I was a small boy I have been writing and telling stories.  Over the past ten years I have forgotten about that passion until recently I became depressed.  So after that I started writing.  Then for six years I sat on my fat ass writing sweet fuck all.  So now here I am writing again and trying to get people to read my work.  I am sure somebody in the internet likes what I do other than myself.  Literary masturbation is the worst sort.  That or dry handed.  Yet I digress.

This is my inaugural post so I won't continue pontificating about myself.  Welcome.  I hope some of the things you find here are helpful for you.  At the very least I hope that you find my fiction interesting.  If you hate it, fuck off, I never wanted you to read it.  If you like it... then I love you, come on in, make comments, suggestions and so forth.  I promise not to yell at you until I no longer understand what the hell it is you are trying to say. 

Nothing will come of this but I have to keep on writing.  My children are watching.