I am, you could say, a yet-uneducated writer. I don't know much about too many authors or read oh-so-many books. I love reading, yes, but I find myself never quiet having much time for the things- or people for that matter- that I love. I also find myself in the absence of any adequate excuse not to have the time. I have a horrid memory and an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. No real believe in the great illusion that is good and evil, right and wrong, but do deeply believe in the Golden Rule being of fundamental importance to a prosperous society. I may in fact be a walking contradiction, but then again so is religion and it seems to be doing pretty well for itself. Not that I like the notion of having anything in common with something so irrevocably fictitious.     

But, alas-as the great Albus Dumbledore would say- here's one small attempt at creating an excuse to not be an embodiment of religion, a major contradiction, or adding things that disgust me into a world already so full of them.

P.S. All cover art is original. As in I took the picture with my crappy phone, including the background. :)