Getting published? me?

So I suppose it’s past time I made another entry on this blog of mine. It feels strange to pour your thoughts out onto a screen and think, or at the very least HOPE, that someone else will be reading them. I have had diaries in the past, containing all the usual teenage angst, and guarded them with all the ferocity of Cerberus guarding the entrance to the underworld (in my mind there was a strong resemblance between Hades and the turbulent emotions of a teenage girl so I thought that analogy...