I do not write stories. In the beginning.
I string words that, surprisingly, form poems. And then I add them together, and make a story.
Tough little formula that may or may not result in fruitful happy and good fiction.
But always, I repeat always, one characteristic warms its way into all of my stories.

I give ye,
Confusion.

By all means, I think its one of the bad side affects induced by actually following the damned formula.

And I fear that in the end, I would inevitably earn a nickname for this bad habit of mine.

But I can't help it…

And so, you shall suffer.

On further notice, I am a brunette with hawk eyes and a sinister smile.

Buh bye!