I wanted jamiemason dot com, but, apparently, I sell real estate in Baltimore.  No wonder I'm so tired all the time.  I'm far, far busier than I knew.  So, if you are looking for a condo with a nice view of the Inner Harbor and great resale potential, go here www.jamiemason.com.  Tell myself I said 'hi'. 

But, if you'd like to see about my alter-ego, the one who writes stories and offers commentary on books, films and the general state of things, stay right here.  Click the buttons.  Drop me a line.  I won't even charge you a commission, unlike that other me. Welcome to jamie-mason dot com.  I really don't know what I'm complaining about; I'm not a breathless 'jamiemason' with no pause any more than I'm 'jamie dash mason'.  Hell, I'm not even Jamie Mason anymore, but my married name contains entirely too many consonants stranded in the middle of too many letters to begin with.  Even I get confused.

At any rate, here I'll be keeping track of the progress of my two novels and growing stack of essays and short stories.  There will be poetry, but don't worry, it'll be clearly marked.  I'll be writing movie reviews and talking about some things I love and a few things I hate.  If you'd like to stick around and cyber-hold my hand through this adventure, by all means, wipe your clammy paws first.

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