"The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls the butterfly." ~ Richard Bach
I visit occasionally but not loads. I want to check it out Monday or the day after so I can see where everyone is with the novel challenge.. Probably they've all got twice as much written as me lol. I don't have anywhere near enough words at the moment.
"The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls the butterfly." ~ Richard Bach
Snoink asked me if I wrote for Squills. I said that I knew about it but didn't really read it... and asked if I was invited to write. But then we both didn't know.
yeah i look at sometimes, but never get time to write something in it.
We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction. Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill. We are the hidden fist of the free market.
We are the ink, we are the quill.
[The Ink And The Quill (Be Afraid) - Anti-Flag]
I think there's some confusion here about Squills; that is, not everybody can write in it. Only ten people are able to make posts. If someone else who was not selected wants to make a post, that's good, but you have to submit it to me first.
Again, you have to be selected in order to write for Squills.
I check Squills every once in a while... probably about every three days or so.
I really like it so far, it's been funny and informative at the same time. Plus, it's got all my favorite writers working on it, so how could I not be thrilled with it? lol.
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. ~William Shakespeare, Othello Boo. SPEW is watching.
OK, so Hannah doesn't know something. (You better print that off and stick it on your wall because its one of the only times i will say it) *runs away to look at Squills*
Trying to survive "sweet sixteen."
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