We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it’s our job to invent something better.
27 Mar 2014
26 Mar 2014
As I am not the type to spend hours behind my laptop writing long blogposts, but have been made aware that blogging is an essential part of the indie author’s toolkit, I am compromising by micro-blogging instead. I like this mode of scribbling. It means I can blast thoughts and ideas into the atmosphere as the whim takes me. And as I usually get most of my ideas or start waxing philosophically on train journeys, this should be just the ticket.
Stay tuned for more… or until you get absolutely sick of my nonsense ;-)
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