Have you all met Alex? He was in a story I wrote once but at the end, he walked out of it. I was confused. Why didn’t he like the way I planned for things to end? “It wasn’t my story babe,” he says with a patient sigh. “So you’ve said, but-” He yawns, bored with this conversation already. “No buts. That’s it. You know this, get over it.” That’s Alex. I’ve written about him before here and in a lot of other places too. He’s one of the voices in my head, an imaginary friend you might say. “I am not!” he gasps. “PrettyRead More →