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Welcome! Welcome!
You're probably wondering what the heck this is.
You clicked on an ambiguous link on my Instagram and were redirected to a strange and new planet, full of chatty little Martians, coy women who don't reveal much in their poetry, badly layered analogies, and amateur photos.
In case you stumbled on this while scrolling through my LinkedIn and you're a potential employer or someone I'm trying to impress, please disregard all the earlier self-deprecatory artistic anguish and pretend that I'm a confident young writer with a solid head on her shoulders and a valuable addition to your team wherever it may be.
Either way, thank you for taking the time to read my heavily unedited, hastily scrawled, lovingly preserved blog, "The Little Martian!"
The Little Who Now?
The Little Martian was born a COVID baby, conceived to dull the lockdown angst and give my sad structureless day a slap of purpose!
It started as a distraction and soon evolved into a project and a character that was far larger than a mere diversion....
So, who is this Little Martian anyway? You ask, bored and ready to switch tabs.
If I'm being completely honest, I don't know myself.
Chapter 1, is titled ‘Whelmed;’ and that's where the Martian makes his first literary appearance during the long and drudgerous dawn of 2022.
The streets were empty, dead and positively apocalyptic. I imagined what it would feel like for an intergalactic cruiser to land on an abandoned highway just then…
What would he say when he realized that there were no earthlings left to conquer, no civilization as such left to usurp, and nothing much to look at, really, except for the idiots making whipped coffee on TikTok!
And sooooo....
I put the idea out into the static ether and it bounded back a millionfold, presenting me with a cutesy, bad-mouthed Little Martian in bright waterproof clothing with ever-changing features and wild and wacky accessories!
A figment of my imagination? A friend borne from isolation? A Lizzie Maguiresque sidekick? I suppose that's up to you...
Resist the temptation to skim bro pls.
I began to reach for the Martian every time I needed a helping hand, a listening ear, or a slap of perspective.
The blog was further adapted into a screenplay for a potential production that I'm hoping someone, somewhere(!) will graciously decide to fund and produce.
As for the rest of this website, it's just a collection of poems, pictures, and playlists that I either enjoy or have created.
The poems are not the proudest gem in my literary fedora, but they are suitably melodramatic, like myself, and paint coy pictures of random moments in my life. Each poem is paired with a song that complements it along with a mad, moving picture house in the background, with the hopes of overwhelming you while you read, the same way I was overwhelmed (!) while I wrote.
It's probably best to view the website on a laptop if you want to get the full whammy of all my amateur Canva skills, but feel free to continue on your phone if you're just popping in for a cursory glance. No pressure.
There is no big daddy watching you here… or is there?
Be sure to hit play on the songs that go with each piece of work and really drink in my adolescent angst with sincerity!
Whether you're an ig-stalker who realized I have no good pictures, a well-meaning friend curious about what I'm writing all the time, a potential suitor waiting to quote me-back-to-me-mid-kiss,(please stop doing that), or just antoher curious writer I implore you to kick back, grab a cup of coffee and jump right in!
And finally!
I've said enough, now stop being lazy, and go meet the Little Martian:
