My name is Marie and I’m a fiction writing/reading addict. The human heart is my school.
Some days are good. Most days you’ll find me groveling in a circle under my desk from the sheer weight of existence. A writer has to be slightly insane to think he or she can transcribe existence into language.
As Rent Boy from Trainspotting says, “Thank you, your honor. With God’s help I’ll conquer this terrible affliction.”