How hard can writing novels be, anyway?
Roughly three badgers in a trenchcoat, with doe-eyes to match.
"Fluff" in the same way what collects under the sofa is fluff.
I come from the land of the green and unknown, from tenth page drop, where the horse words flow.
Routine day with a dirt cheap brush, then a week goes by and it goes untouched. Then two, then three, then a month, and the rest of your life you beat yourself up. - Aesop Rock, "Rings"
Stories about: Feelings too complicated to describe, ponies