Soon to complete my first novel. 
Here is a blurb thing: 
'Do you feel that? Feel the receding of life, the tendrils of the dark and cold drifting in? The eternal hunt has begun, the shadows have slipped from their silhouettes, and now, as the sun drifts past the horizon, and dusk reclaims what the light conquered, death walks with it'
For now I write poetry, and if I think it's half decent, I'll post it on here. 
Enjoy