When I'm not waitressing at ungodly hours of the night, I'm in my tiny apartment with my cat, dreaming over a computer screen or taking walks along the river.
Blank, fat notebooks, black biros, Cadbury's chocolate, Sundays and bubble baths. Enough said.
Pictures and dreams. If I didn't write, I'd lose my mind.
Sylvia Plath and 'The Bell Jar'. F. Scott Fitzgerlad's 'The Great Gatsby'. Haruki Murakami, Khaled Hosseini, Kazuo Ishiguro, Kafka, Woolf, Angela Carter, Helen Zenna Smith, Borges, Lisa Mantchev, Inbali Iserles and Daphne Du Maurier- and that's just off the top of my head.
Yeah, getting guys is a bitch.
You look just like a moddy and atmospheric swing! Thanks for joining. Glad to have you here.