“I wouldn’t call this a ‘portfolio’ as much as a ‘menagerie of largely unsupervised emus.'”

I’ve been talking about launching a writing blog for a while–too long of a while–and I’m sure doing so would make a bespectacled, Neopet-loving nine-year-old version of me very happy, so here it is. I have plenty, and I mean PLENTY, of fun, serious, and ridiculous writing pieces in need of a home outside the Google Doc graveyard in which they’re currently living–hissing, really–and being fairly ignored. Overall, I wouldn’t call this a “portfolio” as much as a “menagerie of largely unsupervised emus.”

Why emus?​

Emus, the large, flightless Australian bird, are just…ridiculous. They’re squat, enormous, and arbitrarily aggressive. They waged war against the Royal Australian Artillery in the 1930s and won. They’re objectively odd animals and I can’t help but find them delightful. If my writing could be embodied by any creature on the planet, I’d hope it could be portrayed as something so magnificently strange, unpredictable, and unforgettable as the unholy creation that is the emu.

​So, please, grab yourself a cup of tea, cozy up in a blanket, and take a minute to take a look around! The writing (mostly) doesn’t* bite.​