Right here, right now.

I started this a week or so ago on tumblr. It's a damn pretty site.
But then the narcissist in me wanted to read comments, so made the move here.

I guess I could claim that I used to be a writer, or more truthfully, I used to write on a certain website. But as with most things in life, the centre cannot hold and in spite of my forever love for the stories and the people who shaped my heart, this seems more conducive to where I am now.

No mission statement, it is what it is.