I'm just a pathetic loser who has no life and just happens to write stuff when the mood strikes. I'm very limited as a writer for various reasons, chief among them being the fact that I've spent more than a decade of my life indoors, being around (much less knowing) no more than a handful of people at any time, and very rarely seeing anything beyond the property I live on (with said property being in a small county dominated by trees and fields for crops and livestock). It also doesn't help that I was born with a very defective brain. My interest in sex-change — and little else — further inhibits my ability as a writer. Oh, and I'm poor, so a lack of reference material can also be an issue. Hunger, too.

I couldn't tell you why I write. I suppose it's to pass the time while I await my demise. But some ideas (a lot, actually) like to stick around in my noggin, and it's annoying because they're basically teasers to stories that I'd like to read (yet don't exist). Perhaps that means that I write for myself, except I've yet to actually like anything that I've ever written. I blame my lack of self-worth and flourishing self-loathing. And apathy? Sure; I'll go with that.

Some might find it odd that I will never write a story for the sake of any one relationship in the romantic or sexual sense. Any relationship of that kind, that happens to exist in one of my stories, will be pre-existing or a byproduct of something else. And I only allow that byproduct since I'm well aware that such relationships are normal and rather often expected. Friendship and familial relationships, on the other hand, are just fine and dandy. I suppose it's because I'm an avowed virgin and plan to stay that way even until the day I die. (See what I did there?)

To sum it up: I'm a jalopy running on fumes.

About reviews: you're welcome to leave a review if you want, but I'd like to say that I don't write to receive them, and instead discourage having them made. Why do I write and publish my stories publicly, then? That's a mystery that I've yet to solve. I just assume that I'm silly and require a lot of psychological therapy. Eh.

An additional note: I have been writing a bit, but I've been reluctant to publish anything here, for one reason or another. Formatting issues, and whatnot. I'll do it eventually, though there's no telling how long that will be. If you'd rather not wait, you can always check for random updates at my site.