The honest truth is … I have no idea what I am doing on here. This is obviously a gigatastic platform for superstar visual artists whereas I am a mere scribbler (on my good days). I ain't got no portfolio, I don't use no Instagram (or any other form of social media), my stickmen (when I can be coerced into drawing them) look like they suffered from severe vitamin D deficiency in early infancy.

So here I am. With my complexes. My seizures whenever I see the superior art on here. My desire to desperately browse the novel section. And maybe write something of my own.

You know what Tapas has as an advantage?! It has a novel section on a comic-oriented website! I can just imagine how easily novels get buried in here, never to be discovered. Or rather, only to be discovered by a solitary wanderer. Many writers from other novel-oriented websites would be taken out of their depth on here. Being snubbed, being forgotten. How much I yearn for exactly that! There is something bittersweet at the idea of writing publicly but never being read. And something comforting too. And sometimes, one is lucky to have that solitary wanderer knocking at the door of one's creativity. And then, the writer and the reader share an intimate moment that is only theirs, not a public display of sorts. Aaand … And nothing anymore, I just wanted to add another "and" in here (I am doing a good job at it too).

Yes, I am completely insane. I am sorry for the forum section on this thing, it shall get flooded by my weirdness. I shall go and build myself a warm nest over there and, from the highest branch, let some of my opinion droppings fall on someone's unsuspecting forehead.

Hey, everyone! I am Queen of BabyLoon (that's what the ObGyn said when he got me out of my mother's loins). And I am sorry for everything (take these excuses and keep them for the right moment - you will need them soon).