But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think;
'Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses
Instead of speech, may form a lasting link
Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces
Frail man, when paper - even a rag like this - ,
Survives himself, his tomb, and all that's his.
Lord Byron - from Don Juan

The difference between practice and theory is often greater in practice than it is in theory.

I find myself back admist the world of fanfiction. It is a guilty pleasure, one I find myself not too guilty for indulging as it brings me a fair amount of joy.

In other words, I'm back. Mostly to read and review. Might publish or update as time allows.