July 10th, 2006

A Pocket Full of Murder

Thus Ate Zarathustra

Why did Woody Allen make films when he could have spent his life writing collections of essays like this for my amusement? I ask you.

In other news, I am not posting very much, either here or on the LiveJournal or anywhere else for that matter, because I am hard at work on the rewrite of my original fantasy novel. Three chapters down, seventeen or thereabouts to go...