All the things I do instead of writing…
I went to another fruitless blood donation appointment yesterday, and was a bit shocked overhearing how young everyone was. All these DOBs that end with "9x" and "0x". Plenty of them were not even born on 9th September 2001, whereas I was a few days away from starting graduate work - well, looking for some,... Continue Reading →
The less busy I am, the less I take time to write. I spend hours thinking about what I would write, lying in bed when I wake up and excitedly thinking, "yes, that's it, that's exactly what sums up what was bad about Oblivion, I'll write that". Or thinking about more serious topics that I... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 