So, I thought I would start a blog, only about 15 years too late. But better late than never. There's plenty of room on that bandwagon before people start falling off at the edges. On account of people falling off all the time.

The idea would be to write short stories about things that happen to me, or at least, things that would have happened, if, during the course of my life, I had made different choices, or had done things differently. Before you all get all excited, don't expect that these will all be deep and meaningful outpourings from a tortured soul. These aren't necessarily going to be about those big questions, like "Should I quit my job and become a farmer in Guatemala?", or "Should I put down this ridiculous downpayment on this white elephant of a house that is eventually going to bankrupt me and leave me penniless and destitute?". These may be about real questions, like "Should I have another piece of chocolate cake?" or "Should I stay in bed for an extra half hour today?". They're just questions, and choices, and every day is filled with a zillion of these, some of which you respond to automatically and some of which you sometimes do think about a little more deeply. Such as chocolate cake.

After all, I'm pretty shallow. And my choice for tomorrow morning will involve peanut butter and butter on a white bread sandwich. So that choice is already made. But what if - what if, I woke up tomorrow morning and decided to have peanut butter and jam instead? That's an alternate universe, and the possibilities are endless.