The cup is the capacity of my brain. The penguins are my thoughts, slipping and sliding against each other in a frantic icecapade of ideas.

This is not a novel. This is a collection of rants, summaries, questionable insights, and behind-the-scenes messes from all the stories I've ever written, wanted to write, or regretted writing halfway through.

Read if you're curious. Or bored. Or both.
Feedback is welcome, and emotional support penguins are highly encouraged.