I have succumbed to the peer-pressure, hanging around at the coattails of the “cool kids” of the genre literature conventions and wanting to be just like them. I started out with the usual gateway drug, Facebook, and got hooked. Things escalated and I got an author page: “Josef Matulich – guy who writes funny/scary stuff.” Let’s not even touch upon my shameful experimentation with MySpace. With a free WordPress blog, I am only a few dozen posts away from being caught in a cheap hotel room snorting SEO in the company of an affordable Ukrainian hooker. Everyone will be so surprised then, but this is as a sure and steady a road to perdition as the southbound on-ramp to I-71.
My first novel is still in the pipeline for publication with Post Mortem Press next year. My first screenplay is still in the hands of the actor who commissioned it as a vanity project. I’ve been told that feelings of abandonment and malaise are to be expected in pre-production. So I make the preparations to promote my overnight success some thirty-five years after my first sale to “Science Digest.”