Introduction

What with everything going on, Emille decided it was high time to start a blog, somewhere where she could express everything without fear of retribution or consequence. Somewhere that she could just be, completely, uninterupted.
Of course the phone then rang and the computer froze and she switched back into receptionist mode, answering the phone politely whilst kicking the computer. The phone in her pocket vibrated suddenly and the moment was lost.

No rest for the wicked or those searching for some peace.

Some minutes later she returned to the computer screen, the sharp kick she delivered with her bare foot jolting the decrepid computer back into some poor excuse for a life. She pondered over what to write, how to start, which details she should share and those she should conceal, mention cryptically in passing.

This was a blog of truths hidden between interwined thoughts.
"Who am I?" She asked herself.
She let her blog do the talking.