goodbye bank!
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Sydney, 2001.04.21
Ah, sweet unemployment! My contract ended yesterday.
twenty-seven years and one million words
Ah, sweet unemployment! My contract ended yesterday.
The way you write science fiction is: you sit down at your writing machine and you open your mind to the first thought that comes through. My first thought was always a cigarette.
—-Frederik Pohl