The above rights-infringing work sitting on a bus stop bench is my personal reward for finishing my first draft. Technically, it’s not my first draft, since it switches the last two chapters and has a significant number of other edits. But I’ll call it the official record of the first …
I suck at plotting. I’m the writer who writes chapter after chapter of people sitting around and having tea, developing their characters so deeply that I start mimicking their gestures as I type. I really do this. It’s embarrassing. Don’t do this in front of other people, particularly if …
McQueen’s genius lie in being contemporary, futuristic and historical all at once. Every piece evokes the decadent luxury of the nobility before the French Revolution, the lives of Les Liasions Dangereuses.
“Gosh, London, I’m just super angry. Yesterday was π day and you didn’t write about it one bit! Don’t you know how important π is?” Indeed, Jinxx, I was lax. Today, however, I had an adorable little girl encounter. Not with a little girl as clever as you, but she …
It was posted by somebody I had yet to have the privilege of meeting, yet this person was offering all of my readers the opportunity to see her body, or rather, specific parts of her body. I was charmed that of all the people in the world she could chose to befriend, she picked me. Me! The very same person whose writing blog has generated few enough hits that were I to reveal the number, I would spell it out—and you wouldn’t begrudge me the fact.
you’re probably wondering why this blog exists: does it have a purpose other than somebody yammering about random stuff nobody cares about; is it a way of passing covert information to deep agents waiting for orders from the East German Premier and wondering why their bones go weary without a mission to give their life purpose; or simply a promotional tool for somebody who has yet to actually issue any content, paid or free, for you to sate your consumer urges on?
“Jinxx had just the worst headache ever and couldn’t sleep, not one bit! The only thing as impossible as infinity was the absence of infinity. If there is something, than nothing is also something. True nothingness is only possible in absence of existence. So the space and time can’t just …