Watson wrote the story, but he changed the ending.
The future isn’t written. It can be changed.
Nobody writes about anything but themselves.
You know, I write, with ink and parchment. For a penny I’ll scribble you anything you want. From summons, decrees, edicts, warrants, patents of nobility. I’ve even been know to jot down a poem or two if the muse descends.
What is wrong is wrong, no matter who said it or where it’s written.
We’ve got two stories here. We got a story about degenerate clergy. And we got a story about a bunch of lawyers turning child abuse into a cottage industry. Now, which story do you want us to write? Cause we’re writing one of them.
The more I read, the more I wonder… When something is written down, does that make it true?
If I ever write a story myself it will be to correct the millions misconceptions created by his imaginative license.
