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What can I say? I live, I look, I listen, I write. And from that writing, I live again. It’s a cycle – I write for myself, but I appreciate when other people “walk in my skin” for a few moments and although note the differences, delight in the similarities.

I’m contactable via cailean.darkwater@gmail.com and feel free to poke me for other contact details if you want. I love to talk about writing and philosophy in general, human nature, politics, religion, all the subjects you’re NOT meant to mention in polite society, as it were. Curious always to receive feedback – it doesn’t have to be a ringing declaration of “awesomeness” as it were.

  • Joined: February 2007

Journal

It's Alive?

Going to randomly try again. I think Zolton’s hat inspired me. Although I can’t think why. Here come a few stories.
Posted over 4 years – 3 comments

Cailean Darkwater is dead

I know that seems to be quite dramatic, but I guess it’s true. / I’m retiring my Cailean Darkwater persona. I think I’ve been using it before as a mask for myself and it’s become less and less necessary. I feel that my pseudonym is holding me back; I’m sure a fair few publishers have looked at the name and sneered and my work has been trashed before it’s even b…
Posted almost 6 years – 2 comments

Love & Hate

I had a little epiphany today. It was at the post office – it was possibly triggered by the song playing on my borrowed “I can’t believe it’s not an ipod” mp3 player. / It sounds like a Star Wars quote, which I suppose, is not exactly a bad thing. Hate leads to the dark side. I guess, it’s so much easier to hate. Hating is often blaming others for our lack of s…
Posted almost 7 years – 16 comments

Noodles for One

It’s a warm afternoon – but it’s pleasant within the restaurant. Open air, but somehow the heat requires invitation to enter by the establishment, which said establishment is loathe to give to this eager summer plebe. That sort of place. Mostly empty at this time of day, too late for lunch, too early for dinner. There are only a few patrons at this high-class domain – a few bored socialites and m…
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