This page is fluctuative and unreliable, just like its writer. Please don’t expect anything here to be coherent or sensible. Nonfiction, fiction, analysis, thoughts, anything, speculative or not; what’s to be next depends entirely on her ever-changing self and mood.
She goes by many names, but right now, she is just Scavengress.
She has a few published pieces, but nobody seems to enjoy her writing as much as the voices in her head, and maybe her editor. Maybe.
She can be found suspiciously lurking around in the middle of the night, wherever that is, here, and also on her Facebook page.
She has a few ongoing web-series, as of now, published on her Facebook and WordPress, and many more scribbled down in her notebooks, which she has a hard time deciphering.
She speaks five languages when under the influence of fermented grape juice, and, on a light day, sparkling malt water, and speaks none when sober.