Words fail. No, I mean they *actually* fail here, and it's mesmerizing. Please do this for every month's issue. Who knew disgust and deliciousness could stand so close together?
Too many feels. Mostly sad ones, but a few excited ones, too, since you're probably moving on to some sort of literary world domination situation. Thank you for all your feedback on the stuff I sent in. I want to be you when I grow up. Now let's all engage in a creepy-ass singalong since EVERY MOVE YOU MAKE EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE WE'LL BE WATCHING YOU.
Standing ovation for this. Incidentally, the lead singer, Nasri, and his songwriting partner have made a living writing melodies for Chris Brown, Justin Bieber, Michael Bolton, and the New Kids on the Block. An excerpt from http://www.nicholasjennings.com/2013/the-messengers : "The Canadians’ contributions were praised for adding a seductive, calm air to what critics called Bolton’s most confident release in years." So.
Nicely done. Related: not long ago, I was looking for a Palo Alto-based writer to help me with a project for a client. I Googled "Palo Alto writer" and goddammit if Franco wasn't the top search result, photo and all. It made me want to stab something.
And a poetry slam snap-shower to you, Dayna Evans. Nicely, nicely done.
Good god. I think it's safe to say most of us have dealt with creepy coworkers and customers in the past, but this is just beyond. I'm so sorry you've had to deal with this, and worse, that you were made to feel you'd caused it.
As a fellow freelance writer, I'm hereby keeping an eye out for projects for you. I just started following you on twitter; please message me if you want some tips on how to pay the rent with your writing instead of having to deal with harassers and the cowards who enable them.