I have no idea what I'm doing. Spent four years on a book which is with some beta readers and still nitpicking at it. This is a place for me to riff and try things that don't look like they mesh with a guy like me. I toss it against the wall and watch it slide down or stick. I'm old, probably with an old man smell, but hopefully my writing doesn't stink. If people start rummaging through my literary trash, I'll keep throwing it out there. I feel like I have something to say, but even the voices in my head don't listen. If my fics brings a smile to even one face, I'll give myself a goldstar and will keep on keeping on. If you like what you read, let me know. In my secret identity I'm a plotter, but here I get to be Le Ultra Panster Magnifique. Tell me where you want the story to go and maybe I 'll nudge it along to follow you home.