Rather a Good Story Than a Blog

So I'm a writer, right? But the funny thing is I haven't really said much about that here. Why not, pray tell? I think this eight year-old conversation I had in a coffee shop with an old friend who was studying to become a dentist at the time, will clarify things a tad:

Me: I feel uncomfortable calling myself a writer.
Friend: Why?
Me: Because I haven't published anything yet.
Friend: So maybe you're not a writer yet.
Me: But I'm writing, all the time. That seems unfair.
Friend: I don't think it's unfair. I'm not a dentist till I finish dental school. Maybe it's that you're still in "writing school".
Me: Ooh. I like that.

Turns out (eight years later) writing school's taken a little longer than I thought - turns out, writing school might just take a lifetime. Still, I think it's time I be a wee bit more open about what I'm doing and how and why. So starting this week I'm going to start posting my short stories, in parts, because the blogosphere is a fickle lady. She don't like reams of paper. Edible chunks, rather. Digestible tidbits, if you will, as it were, your mother.

I tried posting stories before and didn't get much response. But I figure, this is what I do, and as a dear friend said to me the other night (what motivated me to do this), "I'd rather read a good story than a blog."