This is a piece i wrote a while back, found it worth sharing again. I am 23(ish) and I generally introduce myself as a student; I feel uncomfortable introducing myself as a writer for some reason. You would think that after getting a book published it would be reasonably safe to call yourself a writer, … Continue reading
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. —Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (1955)
Hello, no shave December.