Hola.

Name’s Jenny Everywhere. Call me the Shifter. I need your help filling in my diary.

You see, I exist in many places and times (every place and time?) and I shift between places and times. Diaries are tricky. Not impossible: nothing’s impossible except anti-gravity (and even then, it’s not too hard to pretend. Think light thoughts!)

Anyway, a dozen stories kindle from a single anecdote and then they flow back and around, wobbly wibbly with contorted plots and stretched metaphors like a dodgy simile which broke down halfway through Orion’s Belt. Frankly, I don’t have the time to write it all down.

That’s where you come in. Write me a story about me, yeah? Jog my memory, fill in the blanks, branch things off when the story is implausibly DULL and what actually happened was much more rad.

Write!

“But Jenny, I don’t know the first damn thing about you!”

Well, I tried filling out a questionnaire. I ran out of ink and next I looked there were half-a-dozen. Just pick the one you like best, I guess.