There's much I can say about myself, but - as I'm sure you know - words can only ever go so far. As such, I reckon the best way to speak of myself is to admit that I know nothing about myself, but one thing: I like to write. Why? I don't know. Mayhaps, it's the feeling that pulses in my neck and heart? Mayhaps, it's the characters pounding their impatient fists in my head? Mayhaps, it's just something to pass the time, which seems to move too slowly when I want it to move quick, and too quickly when I'm of a mind to keep it slow? Whatever the case, the outcome is the same; I attempt to write stories, again and again. I ask you to give my tales a peek (in the very least!) and, in response, a fair appraisal (in the very most!). I hope they entertain. If they do more than that... Alas! I have transcended myself!

As my old friend Tom Bombadil would say -

"Me-do-merry-do, me hearties!"

Cheers!