This picture is entirely unrelated to the subject of this post; but it is just a seriously awesome picture. I couldn't resist sticking it on here. This is like a visual of the mood I've been in lately (weird, I know, but true). It's hard to explain. Like very happy and bright and unexpected. VERY unexpected. :)

The real subject of the post you are reading is this: The Screaming Clementines.

"What?" you may think, "The subject of small orange-colored fruit crying out in distress is quite out of character for this Author."

But I must explain myself. The Screaming Clementines is, in fact, a 'chick band' in which I, your humble Author, play/sing in.

Now you are quite confused. "I say," you might... (erm,) say, "How utterly strange. I never would have guessed that this Author would be the type to be in a chick band."

But I beg to differ. You will be quite surprised to know that not only do I sing and play guitar, but I am learning to play drums as well.

I can just hear you gasp. "No! What on earth has become of the world?! Where innocent, quiet little Authors go and learn to play drums! How absolutely horrendous."

But anyway, I really must go and stop daydreaming about how my fictional prim-and-proper Victorian followers would respond to my life. I do think though, that they would be quite horrified. But I shall return again soon. Farewell, dear readers,

--Hannah