I am lazy; so lazy, I make your eyes bleed. I start things, and then I don’t finish them. It’s the worst — and thus, this blog.

The goal of this blog, of the modern-day Deli’s Pick, is to finally dust off that part of me that’s screaming to do something creative for a change. Here’s the gimmick: I write, and I put it up. Bam. Instant chapters in your face. I’ll keep everything sorted by title, so it’ll be easy to hop right in and read whatever you feel like reading. As soon as each part is ready, it’s up for you to tear apart with your very own criticisms and condemnations. It’s that easy, and fun, too!

A word of warning, though: it’s very much the artistic process at work (if you can even call it that). I’m doing this so I can neglect editing, so I can wing it and plow through a story and get something up and readable that I’m happy with. Our inner critic is the toughest hurdle to pass. This is also a bit of a social experiment for me: in a perfect world, each chapter will spark discussion, and I can take what I’m told and use it to shape the rest of the story. I think it’s a very exciting prospect, and one that I haven’t seen done anywhere else.

But what, pray tell, is “the Deli’s Pick”? The modern-day Deli’s Pick is the latest successor in a long line of failed blogs, re-hashed old project showcases, and other infectious diseases. It has been a place to put my things, and it has been a place to talk about things. It was once a thriving blog read by dozens. It was once a colorful Homestead page made by a fifth-grader. It was once suffixed with cjb.net. It once had Flash 4 navigation and was home to a duck playing with a yoyo. Actually, that duck was a badass, and his name was Chester.

What is the Deli’s Pick? It is, quite simply put, the pick of the deli. When that clerk hands you a pound of salomi with his personal quality guarantee, he’s passing you a blog post at the Deli’s Pick. True story. Look it up.