Wellington Leg Confidential
DCI Borchardt reporting: With the earl once more confined it falls to me, Borchardt, to maintain this on line diary in real time. my plan is simple: I shall build my author platform to an enormous height and launch my writing career from that lofty perch. One can imagine the excitement burgeoning in cyberspace as I blog forth while the stat counter whirls like a dervish. Yes, I’ve been waiting in the wings for over a year while The Earl has blabbed on about his baseball career ( the highlight of which is upper calf strain), his ridiculous behavior around agents ( I adore you, Unknown Literary Agent. I vow never to swing from a chandelier in your direction, unlike some people.) Some of you have wondered whether Wellington Leg really is menaced by three Roman legions; no such magical realism shall sully these pages henceforth.
No, this blog has been a badly tuned paino pounded on by inept fingers. I shall call it ALL THINGS BORCHARDT. Let’s begin with my early childhood….low bat? Lord Cornwallis? Plug him into the wall…Oh, for heavens sake. My laptop is burning!