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3/06/2003 My friend's a writer. He writes. It's what he does. I like to think of him as a writer even when he's not writing. On the dancefloor, performing some intricate chu-chu-chu dance to Ghostbusters on a tuesday night, I like to think that he's a writer trying to work out some way to integrate a club scene with a floor packed full of meat pulsating to a disco beat. Because he probably is. Writer friend has a website. He's decided to start updating it with new fiction every Wednesday. I don't believe our writer friend, but it's the thought that counts. There's an archive of his past work, including this opening to a novel which is one of my personal favourite things that he's done. On his front page is a story about a suicide club. It rips me off so much you just wouldn't believe. I don't mind. My friends a writer. That's just what writers do. Go read. |
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Kieron Gillen's Workblog, foo'. |
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