JJMarmite

Given that I'd already put the whole of Cold Hard Hugs up on the blog it seemed appropriate to throw the rest up here, too. I know everyone has been flagellating themselves in desperation. I can tell.

I'm only doing "important things" if you count reading an ungodly amount of Harry Potter as important

Is it Christmas

I oscilate between "Publish everything! Obscurity is dangerous and harmful!" and "Publish nothing! You need to send these to people! What happens if one gets through and they're all sitting here? You'll be ruined!"
          
          The irony being NO-ONE CARES BECAUSE NO-ONE KNOWS WHO I AM.
          
          I am obscure.

I would like to pen a wildly popular YA story in which rebellious youths with attitude struggle against an unfeeling and bewilderingly complex and obtuse dystopia which does something weird and ultimately a bit confusing to its citizens like, say, assign them a mental template at age fourteen or whatever but I know my attempt would be A) Bad and B) short, as all involved would be rounded up and executed in short order.
          
          Wait, I did try to do that. And that's what happened. Mostly.
          
          Sigh.

Nothing is going to get me down.

I just noticed that I first joined this website back in TWENTY-TWELVE and you could still count my views n' such on a hoof. I am a shit self-publicist, apparently!

My accent must be very strange, as people are forever trying to guess where I'm from.
          
          I'm from here. I've always been from here. I have literally lived here all my life. What is wrong with me?

If I named my things more in line with "Victims of Destiny: The Horizon Chronicles: Dawn of the Genesis Chronicles: A StarFire Saga" I imagine I might have more success. Though that's likely me just being incredibly bitter. I ain't even mad.
          
          My artwork remain super low rent. And my writing remains even worse.

I look back at my writing and its like weeing in my eye.