Dude, what the heck are you still doing here? No, seriously, why are you still here? This isn't my domain anymore. This is an ex-blog. I mean, don't you wanna learn my true name? What I look like? What my voice sounds like? Don't you wanna go to a blog where you can (gasp!) write comments on!?
You can now. Here are my relevant links.
My new blogspot: here.
My Google Plus: here.
My Facebook: here.
My Twitter: here.
My Youtube: here. (Also, the Madoka review is up. You can find it on my channel.
And most importantly:
My Smashwords account: here.
My first ebook: here.
And there you have it, the foundations of my empire. This is only the beginning. Also, I told you I had a French last name!
But I consider it a good thing I got this experience with writing this blog first. I've been on here for three and a half years, and there are approximately 598 entries here, including this one. This blog can still be accessed from my fanfiction.net profile, but after this, I'm not touching it anymore. Whatever typos are still left, well, they'll still be here.
I first started communiating online nearly six years ago, but like I said, I was scared of showing my true self online. Well, I wanna relate something to you.
A few years ago, I saw a documentary about comic book superheroes. It included an extensive interview with Stan Lee. At one part, they talked about the Spider-Man story arc where Peter Parker is sharing an apartment with a roommate who is abusing drugs. It ran for three issues. During its initial printing, it was not approved by the Comics Code Authority, yet Stan Lee insisted that Marvel publish it anyway, which they did. Stan Lee said something like, "The world didn't stop rotating. We didn't receive complaints. Spider-Man was not canceled, everything just kept on going." Later printings of that same arc are now approved by the Comics Code Authority, since it does show the dangers of drug addiction.
And you know what? The same thing is happening. The world is still going. My old enemies aren't suddenly showing up at my doorstep. (Do they even remember me by this point?) I'm still of sound health. What do I have to be afraid of?
Nothing. There's no reason I can't succeed as an independent ebook author and publisher. But honestly, the more time I waste here, the more I could be spending on my new empire, so I'll just end this by saying those are the facts.
