an existentialist kid trapped in an adult's body
And am I one? The other night, over a few jolly pints and less than witty banter, I stumbled upon a cold hard fact. For the longest time, I've been living in sweet oblivion. I've allowed myself to believe that I am from a generation beyond my uncomfortably close peers; the one before the infamous... Continue Reading →
From the beginning of time, writers have whinged and moaned over a peculiar condition that hinders their efforts. A pest of the mind that either clouds your clarity or dissipates your creative clouds. Invisible and debilitating; a common disease still yet uncured. You guessed it, the old 'writer's block'. Not unlike the common cold, it... Continue Reading →
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