Nobody likes a smartarse penguin

The penguins glare at me from the shelf. A dozen of them, maybe more.  They glare and chatter in that penguiny way they have. “We have classics,” they gloat, “many, many classics.  Great works; wonderful, worthy works full of magnificent, moving, powerful prose.  Prose that changed the world, that shaped imaginations and perceptions and lives.  […]

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.