Welcome to The Clinker! This is a place where I will try writing in small bursts, or publish older pieces, to stop feeling like a complete fraud when I’m not pitching into oblivion. It is an attempt to once more find pleasure in writing. I am tired of telling people I’m a writer. So, I’ve decided once and for all to prove that I am a sad excuse for one.
For the sake of orderliness, I must explain the name first. One definition of the word clinker means residue from burnt coal. It also means something wrong, a failure of some sort, which is something I identify with. Burnt coal is my natural enemy thanks to my chronic pulmonary condition, hence thrilling to associate with. And when “clinker” is preceded by an article, it has a nice editorial ring to it.
Press the button below if you’re up for erratic dispatches from inside my head!
