Real life contains… let’s call them mistakes. Errata. Things that can and will go wrong at the worst possible moment.
In the beginning, for Ee, there was the boot. It crashed down through the ceiling of sticks and leaves that kept most of the rain off of her, and nearly smashed her hand. So she bit the leg that was in it with all the strength she could muster.
The starving artist is a cliche for a reason. These days, you’ve got to be either pretty firkin good or pretty firkin popular for the Hollywood Xerox Machine to take a risk on your stuff.
Not a dollar short, though, because I get paid today. The reason why I didn’t write this is simple and complicated at the same time: Shitty Internet. When the internet is shitty, I disperse into other activities whilst I wait for That One Gorram Page To Load. In this case, it was attempting to post…… Continue reading A Day Late…
I’m in an economic pickle once more. The money I once had has gone to frivolous things like… food. And emergencies. And bills.
As far as I’m aware, my hub site is down for the count. At least two testers have got a 502 [bad gateway] error.
You can guess by my picture up there that I haven’t invested much time in Murder Dollhouse. And that’s okay, because people need to recharge every now and again. But I won’t leave this blog empty for a fortnight. So I’m going to trawl through my history of writing stories. To whit – the editors I’ve been…… Continue reading Around and Around I Go