“The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself. You must see the writing as emerging like a long scroll of ink from the index finger of your right hand; you must see your left hand erasing it.” – Margaret Atwood

Through this blog I feel that I have put more real feelings into words than most people I know will ever express for the whole world to hear. In essence most of my stories start from a singular truth, a real emotion and then more words come along to cover it up. The story starts living a life of its own and truth is traded for story continuity and lyricism. What sounds good or funny will come before what I really feel or think. This is exactly the theme of the blog and is the origin of the title “…and everything in between”. This blog doesn’t take itself too seriously so neither should you. My posts are first and foremost stories and not diary entries. If you’ve found yourself reading them as such, you probably find me a perv by now. That is undoubtedly your loss.