For a long time I kept a box labeled "Methodical Madness" on one side and "Mad Methods" on the other, in which I put money to publish said book. Then I went to college, and the quarters went to laundry and the rest went to midnight snacks or little gifts for my girlfriend or gas for people who gave me rides uptown or downtown or out of town.
So here you see that abandoned book partly realized, a blog that will be half my own work and half an exercise in critique. I plan to draw on what and who I can for material to deconstruct and analyze and examine - feel free to submit any particularly miserable prose or poetry pieces so I can rip them apart in the holy name of literature.
My name isn't Edie, but everything else is true.
