In the beginning of September 2011 I had a real McGonagallian experience while I was reading a partially autobiographical book, when suddenly and without a warning a strange feeling crept over me and lingered there for about thirty minutes. No matter how many showers I took in that short span of time, it was like a sticky cloud of toffee with hazelnuts.
The feeling was one of a strong desire to write fantasy, along with the whole flame kindling up my entire frame thing, which might have been heartburn.
Nevertheless I did start writing. And should I ever feel the flame quenching within me, the cure is simple… beef nachos and Leffe at the Auld Hoose, the rebirthplace of Aevelynn Frost.
This is where my short stories and novels *fingers crossed* will be published:
Newest story: The Circle Line