Life is Drudgery. We mundanes know this. Without the millions of dollars to buy the yacht and the mansion, it's just not exciting. It's the same thing day after day, month after month, year after year…
I like vanilla. It’s one of my favourite flavours and/or scents. Maybe I’m strange, but I think it’s the best of them all. Why, you may ask? Well, it’s because vanilla is simple…
I was once told that being an author isn’t something something you do, it is something your are.
I find that conflicting with other information stored in my mind. While it may become something you are, you have to get better—the only way to get better is practice, practice and more practice.
If that is true, does that mean you aren’t an author when you start creating stories? I mean…
It was a moment of relative clarity. Two men dragging my unavailing body through an out-of-kilter swarm of pulsating lights. I could feel my heels dragging on the ground while I tried in a vain attempt to recall why they might be excising me. There were obvious signs—I could hear no more music, and the din of the crowd seemed to no longer be present. Why though? What incident had lead me to this point? And, why were the stars so big and bright and close? Why was I laughing like a schoolboy in the girls' locker-room…
