Writer?

No, I don't think I have the cheek to call myself one. After all, I see writing as nothing more than a basic life function.

I venerate Tolkien, Bulgakov and Hesse; other than that, I have a - somewhat - unhealthy obsession with Sirius Black. And Remus Lupin. And all those OC-s I love so fiercely (and screw their lives up with such intensity). I also write a lot about the Sons of Feanor, and whatever apocalypse they might be currently getting into.

Ars poetica borrowed from Ted Hughes: “It is not enough to say the crow flies purposefully, or heavily, or rowingly, or whatever. There are no words to capture the infinite depth of crowiness in the crow's flight. All we can do is use a word as an indicator, or a whole bunch of words as a general directive. But the ominous thing in the crow's flight, the bare-faced, bandit thing, the tattered beggarly gipsy thing, the caressing and shaping yet slightly clumsy gesture of the down-stroke, as if the wings were both too heavy and too powerful, and the headlong sort of merriment, the macabre pantomime ghoulishness and the undertaker sleekness - you could go on for a very long time with phrases of that sort and still have completely missed your instant, glimpse knowledge of the world of the crow's wingbeat. And a bookload of such descriptions is immediately rubbish when you look up and see the crow flying.”

COMPLETELY USELESS DISCLAIMER: Everything in my stories - apart from the original characters and concepts - is owned by the creators of their respective worlds. I have no financial gain from writing fanfiction (bugger that).

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