I'm one of those people who's cursed with a head full to bursting with ideas and a heart empty of any motivation to write about them. Well, not empty exactly, but I'm pretty sure it has a leak somewhere. I also have to get everything checked by my ten-year-old cousin who is the master of finding plot holes because I tend to write really huge ones into everything and it's a mess.
I've got a girlfriend named Ava and she spoils me to death.
I like trains.