LondonUnited Kingdom W1D 6JQ
January 16, 2012
Mainly short stories, in order to have some things to send off/quick wins that will then encourage me to work on and send off longer pieces in about 2 years time.
Don't even start me about Karen and the Volswagen. You want to know why? We all want to know why. Everyone that clubbed together over the Summer to buy her one last gift, or if not the last, the last one big gift. So she could still travel while she had her hair. And when she did lose her hair she could have wound down the window and felt the desert air, or the city air, or the mediterranean air, or the ocean air, or the west coast air, or whatever damn air she wanted to, blow across her scalp. Frustration I guess. It happens when things go wrong. It's two fingers at god, or the universe, or whatever you think is out there. Life chops off your leg so you cut the other one off yourself and say, "See? Doesn't hurt." So she took it out and parked it on the street, got into her mother's car (which is just thoughtless) and rammed into the red VW camper at 43 miles per hour. How do I know? I was in the damn thing. We were supposed to be buying fish and chips, scratch cards.
Hello, writing since birth but haven't sent much off, now trying to make up for lost time.