I should make a public announcement regarding the works I may end up posting here. Most probably none of it will have a fully outlined plot. More likely than not I won't finish a single story and more importantly what I write may be utterly incoherent and vastly lacking in the finer points and aspects that ultimately determine a "good novel".

The burning question, then, is, "Why the hell am I here??"
And the answer to that would be "to write, of course!"

Writer's block, creative suspension, which ever term is more relatable and draws out the empathy and vicarious nature of people, THAT is what I'm currently suffering. Hopefully writing without the effort of thought might prompt the sky to rain down torrents of inspiration and creativity, to collect in pools and puddles and possibly burst the banks of rivers! 

I suppose I'm attempting to justify any bad writing you might find here, and lighten any insulting comments that will undoubtedly find its way onto this page. 

Ok.

Let the dance with death (of creativity, that is...) begin!

Things you really don't need to know about me:

- there are two missing knobs on my chest-of-draws
- I don't own a cat. Unfortunately.
- I often fall in love with fictional characters. This is also unfortunate.
- Listing all my favourite books would take an exceptionally long time.
- I can't stomach pizza.
- I'm undecided about which colour I like best (because really, I like them all) so I chose black. Incidentally, it takes all the colours in the rainbow to make black.

Ps. Text me your favourite word! =)