There isn't really a lot I feel like telling billions of strangers.

So here are my stories instead. Just some forewarning, I won't ever ever ever claim to be the greatest writer - revising is the bain of my existence - if you can't live with it tell me and I'll see if I can fix it when I have the time. Also don't hesitate to tell me if I did something wrong, I can't claim to know every detail of every bit of everything, there always will be a possibility of a wrong detail, plus I'm a trumpet player, and the enigma that is the trumpet player mind is the assumption that we're always right, even when we're not. I also don't do Romance, can't stand 'em. Nothing ever happens, it's all 'kiss kiss' and I'm like 'bang bang' (High fives to whoever gets that). Someone's got to be bleeding or dying to make me happy. Call me morbid but hey it's who I am (if it makes you happier I'm not really like that out hear in the non-internet world, except when it comes to books - I only read Twilight for the vampire fight scenes! I wasn't going to read them at all but my friend insisted.). I also don't do slash, I tip my hat to those who can, I might read 'em, but I can't write 'em. So yep that's me all wrapped up in a basket, on my way to grandmother's house. So off we go I guess.