If you read nothing else about love today, read this two part tale of how one darling, daring dilettante earned her spots–stripes*?–anyway, how she got her name and ended up behind the wheel of what is now one of my favourite blogs of all time. And that’s not a typo, darling.
I Know Very Well How I Got My Name by Helena Hann-Basquiat
*Unintentional Stick It reference. Blame the Olympics.
Thoughts about writing and life
A simple blog that discusses various topics and issues.
Assays and Essays in the Speculative
Read. Ingest the words. Like little blue pills, they will affect you.
Scaring the pants off you in public since 2014
Do more of what you love
Turning Tears and Laughter into Words
Yeah, just all this pretty much.....
Thunderdome for Writers
"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music." Aldous Huxley
Writing that's straight up with a twist
SOME GUYS JUST AREN'T CUT OUT FOR A 9 TO 5...
“The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot forever fence it out.” J.R.R. Tolkien
A Story Begins
Words, Words, Words
Vers Les Etoiles 