I remember when I let someone read some of my poetry for the first time. One of my dad's friends; a hippie lady with metal bangles all up her wrists. She looked at my screen, lines like "The sallow sodium glow of streetlights at night"; white on black. Teenager shit. Asked me if I was a Scorpio. Sure I am, I told her. Scorpio, Scorpio rising. She told me I was deep. Warned me not to sink. I had no idea what she meant.

I am a proper oldschool nerd and an avid tabletop gamer. 

I like authors like Palahniuk, Moorcock, Gaiman and Sanderson. Robin Hobb. Anne McCaffrey. Jim Butcher. I could go on. Mostly I read fantasy, though I try to be open to new things and even pick up literary fiction occasionally.

I'm not a professional writer, and I don't pretend to be. But I try my best.

Critique is always welcome, and I will try to return in kind.

Currently seeking a beta reader .