This is the part where I answer, “Who the fuck are you?” but I’m still waiting for the professional head-shots to come in, so for now all you get is, “How the hell did you get here?”
You know, aside from boredom.
It started in college when a classmate challenged herself to write a hundred words for a hundred days. Because I firmly believe that discipline will get you farther in the Arts than anything else, I tagged along and never really stopped.
For the full, more dramatic story, click here.
Really, I just like doing it, and sometimes people tell me my shit isn’t all shit. So here I am, wading through the shit.
If you want to hate all the fucking on my blog, but secretly love it, check out my (professional) portfolio.
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If you want to swap stories, drink coffee, or practice the tasteful use of fuck in your writing — let’s chat:
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Mary's One Hundred 