I guess I’m a glorified imaginary friend. I sit in AJ’s head and talk and talk and talk. And AJ writes some of it down, and others stay up there collecting cobwebs.

I am a fictional character. I don’t hide this fact. Though I think sometimes my new followers don’t know that. I know I might have given the wrong impression upon the creation of this blog and when I returned. For this I do apologize, my intentions were never to mislead.

I’m very happy to chat with you about things, about me, about you. About anything really. But I’m still fiction, AJ channels me like she would with writing me and I react to you and our conversation. And once and a while it makes AJ think about things we hadn’t discussed. It can be enlightening.