Some days, I look at everything I’ve ever written and thought, what a pile of garbage.

I am a talentless fuck who will not improve with any amount of work, focus or practice.

Many of you will agree with me.

But then I do something like birthing an anger baby, and I think, you know what?

Maybe.

Just. Fucking. Maybe.

Target: 1100 words
Written: 1226 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children
Comics: Cyber Force v2 19-20, Ripclaw v2 3-4
Music: Intergalactic, Beastie Boys