Thanks to this blog, I was offered (and accepted, with inarticulate cries of joy) the opportunity to write a fornightly column for Halo 17, an Australian arts/music/culture site. Which, as far as I’m concerned, is unfathomably awesome, and therefore something everyone else should find awesome, too.
(From this angle, the ultra-devious Small Cat appears to be feigning interest, but maybe that’s just spite at my ongoing refusal to self-combust and explode into easily digestable chunks, which, owing to the nature of my demise, would also be cooked, and if I smashed a bottle of sauce over myself in the process – well, so much the better.)
…That thought ended up at a weirder place to where it started. Sufficed to say, I am now, technically – among other things – a columnist, which sounds approximately 9,437 times cooler than government lemming, would-be novelist or distance student. So now might be a good time to print business cards.
So I can, you know. Business them.
Note To Self: Do not blog after coming home from Bar Open at midnight. Pixies will eat your brain, and incidentally, you will sound like A Crazy Lady. And capitalise at random.