My name is Buck and I am a writer. I do not mean that my sole purpose is to put word on the various pages that appear in front of me, but this is what I spend most of my time doing. I’ve always thought of it like this:
Growing up you all had your friends,
Well I had a pad, five minutes and a pen.
(Plus a penchant for awful poetry.)
As such, it has become a fact of life that my existence is dedicated toward trying to piece together various words in a cohesive structure that people will read and gain either knowledge or entertainment from. Or both, but who the hell really cares.
I currently ghostwrite for a variety of different sources, as the books I write are complete garbage and I want to saturate the market with bad writing so as to capitalize on the glut of smut when I finally put together my own 300 page diatribe. (By the way: I just thought of that phrase, ‘glut of smut’. Coined!) I also write for an online music ‘magazine’. Rolling Stone, here I come.
This small blog is dedicated to being a release valve for some of the more outlandish and or previously unexpressed writing that I need an outlet for. The fact that I republish my music reviews here should be telling of how much circulation that particular magazine gets. I like comments, so start a scathing debate and I will relentlessly challenge your opinions, even if I think you’re right.
I live in Portland, OR.
-Buck Sanborn
