After eight months of serving as a journalist, a script writer, a videographer and a thousand other menial occupations I managed to sit myself down this evening to write out a draft of the first piece of fiction I have attempted to write in nearly a year.
What a lovely disaster. A tale of women, wine and song that ends in the most nihilistic manner I could imagine.
How refreshing!
What a lovely disaster. A tale of women, wine and song that ends in the most nihilistic manner I could imagine.
How refreshing!