As January approaches, I'm eager to go back to school.
How did that happen? I'm going back to school? Well, okay not a full schooling, or anything. I'm going to take a course at Algonquin College called Crafting a Novel. Hopefully I'll be able to put this to use and finally write a story with an ending.
It sucks having the attention span of a
So anyway, my vision of the future has me living the high life in a vast studio apartment, overlooking an ocean of some kind. For some reason, I'm dressed all in white, in this dream, and my clothes flutter in a constant breeze no matter where I go.
We'll see how ready the public is for finely crafted novels about zombie apocalypses and superheroes! No doubt, the lack of them indicates that there must be a starving market for them, right?