So I was going to create one of those fancy-schmancy websites—the kind with a soundtrack loop of 120bpm Euro-trash techno and a Flash intro that transported viewers to a magical world where I acted as exalted ruler and benevolent despot. Twelve aborted attempts later, I remembered: I’m not a programmer. Or a graphic designer.

I’m a writer.

That’s right. This is another one of those writer websites. I even posted a picture of myself on the homepage, as is required of all writers’ websites. At least it isn’t a shot of me in a tweed jacket with leather-patched sleeves, looking all pensive and whatnot. So I’ve got that going for me.

Here’s my credentials: co-authored a book published by HarperCollins. Which is better than JackieCollins. Or JoanCollins. But not better than a Tom Collins.

And I’ve written extensively for magazines: Playboy, Men’s Journal, Men’s Fitness, Arrive, Ritz-Carlton Magazine, Brandweek and others.

I even do corporate writing: newsletters, websites, direct response, advertising, promotions. Check out my samples.