This sort of thing happens to me quite a lot.
And also: the people who enthuse about them don't know what they're talking about.
Harvard University existed for 383 years before anybody published a satire about it, and that person was me. Why didn't anyone else do it? Well, I've been thinking about that, see...
Well, here we are in the middle of a pandemic. So, uh -- how's it all going?
Ten years have passed since that horrible, awkward night and I'm still trying to process it.
I’m getting a bit wary of opening newsletters at the moment.
Sooner or later our species will be visited by an alien civilization.
My quest to find a literary agent, its reasons, and some very excellent advice on how you too can query a literary agent.
My dog has tried to kill me on ninety-three occasions.