So, I have realized that nothing in life is free. Rather, learned it a hard-way, and though soon I will forget this lesson and be back to my normal self again; let us be content with this notion that I have learned my lesson.

Secondly, I also realized that the greatest pleasure on this world is of having a great meal. I wrote Of Witches and Vampires recently (see my gallery), inspired by Neil Gaiman's Stardust and this sudden love of food. Thirdly, I also realized that another great pleasure on this world, largely for me, is to have sex with words. Yes, it is the most pleasurable act there was, or is, or as far I know, there ever will be, save the pleasure of food. Incessantly, I may be obliged, or rather I am obliged, to my readers, fans, and all such wonderful people who read my works; yet, I am rather stunned, astonished, and discouraged that I have received only less than 5 favorites the past month. So, if you people really like my work, or even just like my work without really, or just have a passing liking, or even a disliking to it, just favorite it. It motivates this poor lil' soul to write more, and write more beautifully, and not just dish out words. It really inspires the writer to make beautiful, sentimental love with the words; and not just the wham-bham-thank you ma'am thingie, and not to forget - the immediate pulling up of breeches after that.

So do me a favor, and favorite my works.

Alright, so this concludes lessons and tales, and tails too.
I hope to grow as a writer as a tree grows or perhaps as our ears do; because a tree gets stunted after a certain age or a certain length; but presumably, our ears never stop growing.

So much love to all my readers,
and even more love to all my non-readers (and that's just a way of coaxing and cajoling them into reading my works).

- The Deviant Cynic.