If you’re reading this, you’re most likely a friend of mine who has been sent this link. After feeling completely downtrodden, I did what anyone would do on the first day that feels like fall—stay up past 3AM on a website. H.A. Sorey is my most serious expression of my personal brand. Right now, my professional career is dead and the job market is closer to grim reaper than necromancer. Thus, I have to invent my future. I heard that somewhere, but am not sure of its origins
In the near future, this space will be linked to a proper domain and contain more elements of my writing. Having a space like this is pointless without considering goals. Since I’m trying to establish myself in the writing world, I’m going to write longer pieces about my favorite subjects. For those not familiar, my interests deviate from hip-hop to John Layman’s Chew to the increased number of shotgun snaps in the NFL to tacos to podcasts to the next thing that comes across my Twitter feed.
I am going to write everyday. I am going to get published, starting in AltDaily. I am going to get a job. I am going to be the person everyone thinks I am.