I’m one of those people. You know the one. Digital nomads, hopped up on coffee and forever moving along. You go to a website, a blog or a comment section and interact with someone like me. Maybe I wrote a story, a comment that made you laugh or made you think. We could have chatted about politics or mysteries. There might have been talk about hiking the Appalachian trail or seeing the sun rise on a Hawaiian beach. No matter what we talked about, the ending has always been the same. I probably told you a story, or maybe even a true part of my history. I’m a storyteller, it’s what I do, how I connect, how I share with you.
Eventually I would get the itch to move on, find a new place. And so one day you go to log in and my account is gone, leaving nothing but echoes in it’s wake. And eventually everything but the story itself fades from memory.
I’ve been writing and wandering around the internet since the days of BBs. If we’ve crossed paths elsewhere, maybe a story here will sound familiar to you. I might have been that face on Quora telling you truths that broke your heart, or that odd person you remember from IRC who made you laugh at terrible grep jokes. You could have seen me on Reddit gilding terrible ASCII art or maybe commenting on an advice blog (those happen to be a guilty pleasure of mine! What can I say? I’m terribly weak.)
Wherever you found me, I’m so glad you are here. I’m a digital minstrel who has decided to make this my home. Settle in and let me tell you a story. It’s my absolute favorite thing. Better than coffee, even.