Not dead, just presumed so by the multitudes. Or, perhaps, unnoticed by the multitudes. Either way, I have dragged myself from the dusty crypt of inactivity, writing-wise, and now present myself to the mirror of my life with a shriek of horror.
Did I really just say 'writing-wise'? That/s almost funny. It sounds like 'cracking-wise', another way of saying that my wise-assery knows no bounds. My assery has certainly expanded. That would explain part of the shriek of horror aformentioined.
No comments:
Post a Comment