There was a tabby cat, see. This tabby cat was orange and preferred going about its days with its anus as clean as a whistle.
The truth was…well, nobody really knew, but everybody had their fair share of assumptions. This, as Malcolm told me, was why the world was as crazy as it was.
This is unfortunately, a blog. Blogs are boring and go mostly unread when it comes to folks like me, an author in his early stages, querying a couple books and dreaming much more than he should. But what are we to do–we early authors chasing dreams? Not blog at all and keep hidden behind our […]
Disclaimer: I wrote this post soon after I made this blog which has hardly been touched because I have no clue what to blog about–I’m getting there, though. If you read what follows, note that I wrote this at a gloomy time in my life, fresh out of a dark place. Only reason it’s still […]