Apparently I have to do this...

I have resisted doing this for a long time but it has become apparent that while I wait for someone to publish my novel Yellowskull I'm expected to upload my wisdom on a semi regular basis.

Everyone, including respectable media organisations, want a link to your blog before they consider you a viable prospect for paid employment. Long gone are the days when you could submit a folio of your work, have it read and assessed, then be told you were unsuccessful in your application. The norm, it appears, is to write a bunch of random gibberish, put it online and hope that enough people care about your interest in Mongolian Throat Singing.

I have piddling to no interest in Mongolian Throat Singing but if it got me a couple of search engine hits, I suppose this shit works after all. In retrospect, Musing on Mongolian Throat Singing might have been a better title. Chronicles from The Stool is probably only going attract Narnia geeks, furniture enthusiasts and those of you out there with a faeces fetish. Not that I'm judging. It has been rumoured that C.S. Lewis was a chaise fanatic and referred to taking a dump as 'feeding Caspian'. But we are getting off topic.

Chronicles from The Stool is named as such because I do a lot of my writing and thinking perched on a bar stool in my favoured establishment. It is fitting in that case, that this first post has been written while on a dining room chair. But Chronicles from The Chair At My Old Mans House is about as enticing as Chronicles from My Couch would be. The Stool however, as explained above will attract a diverse readership.

And it's diversity I'm looking for because I don't want to have to start a new blog for every bloody subject that happens to be running through my head on any given day. For example I've been very interested to find out the identity of the dwarf that PM Trumball hired to poke him in the anus every time he has to pronounce the letter U in a three syllable word. My enquiries to this point have yielded no results. Unlike The Sea Eagles who whipped The Eels 54-0 this afternoon - those boys know how  to get results. Maybe I should go to Manly... It's closer to Point Piper than Brisbane is.

Therein lies my justification. There is no point writing multiple blogs on specific subjects - you can link anything to everything if you apply yourself. So if you want a broad sweeping analysis on everything from the war in Syria to why breeding licences should be law I'll probably eventually get something on here for you. I'm starting to ramble here so just take my word for it - I'm going to write whatever random crap I feel like until someone starts to pay me to write something different.

I might ease you in however with a lovely piece I wrote about Mass Shootings or maybe that time I fell off a mountain in Viet Nam and had to Australian myself out of a jungle. Fuck it, I might even just put some fiction up or that analysis of Federal Politics I wrote after the last election but can't find anymore...

Remember you bought this on yourself people.