I am.
there used to be more info here
once upon a time, it was all true
i’m not sure, now, that it is… so in the absence of surety, i’ll leave this incomplete
i’ll come back when i’m on firmer footing with myself
Stuff wot I wrote about.
AFP art cats Circlet contrition crack DC dead poets doing good things drag drag queens drag shows dreams fiction food good things gothic horrors heinous fuckery I am not getting old damnit introductions look ma I'm a hack macmillan vs amazon made of awesome mah boy Obama paranormal Paul Storey photography plagiarism remembering seedlings snow steampunk Tad Williams talents telling the truth the internet is evil things I ought to be doing things that disturb me time for change victoriana website what the hell am I doing with my life winter words writing WSPSStuff wot you lot’ve said.
fidget on Drabble Kareehla on Fiction: A’Merkin Marian on It’s not a new year, but… It counts, dammit!… on To brass tacks Afterthought:… on Hooray for bitchcakes! Wot I be.
Born in what would eventually become Bengal in 227 BC, Nadine finally made a name for herself in the first Boer war, in which her remarkable rapport with the local witch-doctors enabled British troops to make significant inroads into Transvaal country. Subsequently to the ending of the conflict, an unfortunate concatenation of circumstances (involving illicit peyote, two soupspoons and a working model of the Antikythera device) slung her sideways through the fourth wall, from which she now sends her periodic dispatches to be transcribed here by a troupe of loyal felis domesticus. Please feed the cats. They work hard for their tuna and milk.
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