...where technology and trite collide.
So here we finally are. After years of directionless confusion, the Nucleus editorial team has decided to embrace the internet with open arms. Well, sort of...
The past couple of issues are going to be put online, as well as whatever badly-written excuse for humour wanders this way.
I know it's dismal, I know it's disappointing (I know it's especially disappointing that this entire area's been put online despite the fact that there aren't any articles up yet), but that's a cross that we all have to bear. Still, you can do something about it!
'What's that?' I hear you cry, 'We, the masses, the proletariat, can help?'. Yes! Yes, albeit in a small and almost insignificant way - not to be demeaning or anything. Look, mate, it's like this:
I've got writer's block. It's been going for ages now, I just can't write. It's impossible. There are two main ways this exhibits itself. Sometimes it's just a problem with actually getting the energy to pick up the pen. If, by some happy coincidence, I find myself with a pen in my hand already, I put it down. Writing is hard. But not as hard as the second way.
When, suddenly, I find my brain exploding with possibilities, endless (almost) witticism and cracking humour (this happens rarely, and not usually when I'm around anyone who'll can witness reliably) - my writing ability disappears. Now, I can pick the pen up, but to shape its markings into words, that's the hard this. A scrawl appears... a mystical second language I appear to possess subconsciously, and am not able to understand.
Some call these two states laziness and drunkness, respectively. I prefer not to.
But anyway... to the point. I need writers! I need creativity and talent (but not for Nucleus; it's a personal thing).
So, if you think you can help, let me know - my email address incase your browser isn't configured for mail is email@example.com - and save me from this misery.
Love and kisses, whoever you are,