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
Q: How many writers does it take to change a light bulb?
A: Don’t change a f*cking thing!
I’m not talking about your average anti-hero here. I’m talking about the piece of shit, the walking garbage fire, the absolute train wreck who is somehow the main character or a main character of the thing you happen to be enjoying. There’s obviously some differences between the Anti-hero and the Ant-Prot [that’s the abbreviation I’m going…… Continue reading The Antagonistic Protagonist