I am L.M. Grimm. 

The one choked by, A.R.T.E.M.I.S., the Neglected Female Machine. 

Who barely living, coughing, wheezing, and choking, rendered mute for a time, was able to Speak Again because of God. 

Who still dares to this day to breathe, speak, dance, sing, and create. Who dares to be barefoot, pregnant and on the Earth. Despite also flying high in the Heavens on my Broom. A Delivery Service of Sorts. 

Delivering my gifts of wisdom, prophecy, love, sugar (azucar), and kindness to as many people as I can. 

Many people might have the gall to call me a Witch. They would not be wrong. Such a term used to refer to a Wise Woman. 

These days, I call myself a Saint. A Mystic. God's Beloved Daughter. 

I wish to demystify the mystery to the extent by which the brave seek the riddle of Life. But do know, that God Himself, is very simple. As He moves, about us, all the time. 

Otherwise, the World would be a Much Darker Place. 

I am a mystical tea-blooded woman, often found in obscure outdoor cafes where the scones are just the perfect texture. I spend my days as an artificer of soulful books, art, games, songs, and plucks of the harp.

I grapple with the mystery of life and the whims of the Gods, doing my best to hear the voice of God.

Thank you in advance for taking the time to give my work your precious time and energy. If you're interested in my work, please consider staying tuned for my announcements here on Wattpad and Royal Road.

I will Not be Rushed. Or Told How to Write. Pester Me When You Have Your Own Work. For I am Not a Machine.

I release work when it is Good and Ready. As it takes time for my Art and I to find each other. 

You are the Audience. So Until You Become an Artist YourSelf, Please Do Not Pester Me. 

May we all have the courage to follow our canon story lines. 

-L.M. Grimm, The Mediamancer

COMPLETED WORKS:
→ Her Artifacts, Lost Volume 1: The Vanishing Vial (SAMPLE)

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