There was a time when I used to write, some years ago, before the imagination began to run faster than the pen. Stumbled. Fell.I'm here because I am toying with the idea of writing again.To be transparent and honest, my fantasies have veered down the darkened streets of the slums; base, crude, raw. I have come to use a sledge hammer to open doors with impatience and greed, over stretch the boundaries of realistic possibility in a desperate search for shock and awe.For some time now I have been looking to rediscover the light of fine detail, reawaken an appreciation of the subtle and sublime. Some of the stories that I have read on Lush so far have truly brought me back to a time that once was. I cannot for sure say where things will go from here, the door has only just opened. For the now, I assume that the start will be rocky, mistakes will be made.
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