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>Oh Dear Driver, you're gonna make me aren't you? > >Set your 'Wayback Machine' for 2001. At this time I >was already online friends with Driver, and as time >progressed a few other characters who all enjoyed >story-telling of one sort or another. Driver was at >the time working on a Tome entitled 'The Quarry'. Now >I will grant that perhaps one of the hooks for this >story was that it was found on Nifty, and as a Rose on >a dungheap, stood out. So I recruited him to post here. > >The point is that it's irrelevant if Driver thinks >himself an author, storyteller, yarn constructor or a >fish story technician, he's entertaining and seems to >connect us to people we feel we might know. > >Also, as long time folks know, you only get here by >invitation. Now I also grant that I have sent good >stories on their way, and good authors. Driver has >always been one of those I keep coming back to, one I >encourage partly because I think it helps anyone to be >encouraged but also because it's fun to read what he >comes up with. It's so damn normal, it's so ineffably >original in his portrayal of everyday folks doing >everyday things, with his own unique (occasionally >twisted) take on things. > >Now, as to a site party or something...it's coming. I >have recently recieved permission for some of my >favoite things to come here, and am readying them, >along with at least three new chapters of other things >not mine, and I have something new from myself that I >am frantically trying to polish up. ( I know, I know >you can't polish a turd) so, SUNDAY! > >Sunday will be the big post. I will try not to break >the site in the meantime, but this project requires me >to make new pages (shudder) and I'm trying to to screw >it up. SO yes, big post, coming Sunday, get your >reading glasses out... > >Start spreading the news...like a bad penny...that >'family' you're forced to interact with on >occasion...the company who doesn't realize it's long >past time for them to go...or those nasty dead things >that talk to littel girls through TV sets... > >WEEEERRREE BAAAAAccckkk!

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