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Em Wilcox Writes.
When she’s not busy snacking, that is. And sometimes during.
Honestly, I tend not to reference myself in the third person — as though I am some omnipresent narrator observing myself from a faux leather recliner somewhere, a bowl of sweet and salty popcorn perched in my lap. To me, that would be like commentating the life of a parallel version of myself. And I’d like to think she spends a lot less cash on jars of peanut butter and Rick and Morty merchandise (only because that means there’s more left out there for me!).
But anyway. In the words of one Joseph Francis Tribbiani; how you doin’?
Me? I’m doing spectacularly because I’m doing this. And I bloody love an excuse to ramble on about myself for a (not so) little while. So brace yourself. I’d grab a couple of snacks if I were you. We could be here a couple of millennia.
The Fun-and-Mentals
Like fundamentals, but a little more unstable.
- Name: Emily Wilcox
- Age (in terms of planetary orbits around the sun): 24.
- Age (in terms of appearance, beneath the excessive layers of eyeliner): about 9. But hey, the kid's menu is always better anyway.
- Age (in terms of physical capabilities): deceased.
