Monday, October 22, 2012


"Who are you?" said the Caterpillar.

This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, "I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present—at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then."

"What do you mean by that?" said the Caterpillar, sternly, "Explain yourself!"

"I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, Sir," said Alice, "because I'm not myself, you see."

On being a "writer."

What business do I have calling myself a "writer?" When was the last time I actually sat down and wrote something? (Well, okay, a few weeks ago. But that was just a bit of fanfiction which was discarded about a half an hour later for some food and a game of Solitaire. So it doesn't really count).

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Writer feels

There is a little too much blue and not enough teal.