"The little bit of ivory on which I work with so fine a brush as produces little effect after much labour" (Jane Austen, 1816). I prefer a more Jackson Pollack approach to writing; throw it all at the wall and see what sticks. This is my wall. After a year sudying English Lit in London, most of which was spent drowning in dead poets and Shakspearean verse, I need to return to what I do best. My high school English teacher said my writing had a unique voice, he said I was funny...who knew?
