Fellow twitchers, scholastibiologists, random browsers who stumbled in here looking for something else – welcome. How have you been? I have lately been seized by a writing frenzy, confining me to my inner worlds. I have begun a third novel, when the second is not yet completed, and the first is yet to find representation. ‘She’s crazy!’ you may cry. ‘Doesn’t she know that the most important part of being a writer is to say that you are one, and never actually do anything?’
To which I reply: yes, I may be crazy, but flip tooth umbrella hopped a pumpkin.
Elsewhere, in our campuses nationwide, an unmistakeable dread has settled over the student body. An inescapable threat to their existence looms: midsems. This predator is second only to finals in its ravenous appetite for the souls and sanity of scholars. Many students’ will to live shall wither and perish in these coming weeks.
Even the creative writing family, Scripturae, is not immune. While these species’ survival largely rests on their ability to make things up, they must nevertheless prove themselves with a test of academic rigour. The simple text analysis essay provides a prediction for the eventual outcome. This is one piece of work that Imitor imitor cannot transplant wholesale from her favourite franchise.
Surprisingly, though, this week’s target species often flourishes under these conditions.