Every once and a while I remember that Twitter/X exists and I show up like the drunk uncle on Christmas and unleash an onslaught of nonsense only to disappear into the abyss only to resurface at the next major holiday. Last week was an event called QuestPit, a writer’s hype event where writers come together
Finishing a novel is the weirdest thing in the world. At least for me. At least now it is. I shall explain (in my own way which will likely only make sense to me but you’ve already started reading so you might as well commit and finish the whole thing… NO ONE LIKES A QUITTER!).
Oh, hello there! Remember me? The blogger who mysteriously vanished into thin air, leaving you all in a state of suspense, desperately wondering what on earth had happened? Well, fear not, my dear readers, for I have returned from the depths of… well, wherever I was hiding, to grace you with my ever-erratic presence once
Greetings from the solitude of my bedroom where I have decided to take refuge for the day since I’m so exhausted by life that the concept of doing anything other than eating, drinking and going to the bathroom is unfathomable. A large chunk of my “sit down and write” energy has been concentrated on finishing
Somewhere With Regret 