So, I've been around (more or less) for a very long time. Eons, really, in the context of the grand and glorious internet. Currently, I'm plotting my comeback dance moves.

Yep, that's right. Despite what long-time readers most likely suspected, I'm not gone, and I haven't abandoned my stories. I've just taken a rather long holiday, whilst I dealt with my marriage, tragedies befalling friends, and my professional work. But now I'm back in action! Muwahahahaha. No one is safe, least of all Sherlock Holmes.

If you care to know anything about me personally (or if that will perhaps sway you to leave me a review, or some lovely concrit), here's some details: I'm twenty-something, happily married to a man who bears a marked resemblance to Vasily Livanov -- it was love at first sight! -- and who, despite being a very clever chemist, has no concept of how to dress himself so that he doesn't clash. I grow things, I write things, and I read things. All of those "things" seem to wind up looking like science fiction after a while. I hesitate to call myself a scientist -- it's been too long since I was within an arms-breadth of any research academia, but I still insist that I'm a logician at heart.

If you're hesitant to read my stuff because you don't know what to expect, here's the goods:

Beneath Still Waters is my contribution to the body of thought on what events caused Holmes to become the man we met when we followed Watson and Stamford into the chemical laboratory, that afternoon so long ago. It is a complex piece, which attempts some literary airs, but can also be read for the story itself. Holmes' history gets tied up with a case when his past comes to call at 221B. The narrative is presented with a thorough Victorian flavour to the prose. It's not a romance, and should be thought of as more of a tragedy. (As an aside, I'm aware that some of my formatting is warped, likely due to some changes in ff.net since the last time I fiddled with it. I'll fix it at some point. In the meantime, apologies.)

Switch is a different kettle of fish all together. It was inspired by a challenge set a couple years ago by BaskervilleBeauty, who has often been kind enough to look over my Holmesian scribblings. Baskerville suggested that the author should try to actively write themselves into a story (Mary-Sueism with intent!), only it had to be believable in regards to historical accuracy, etc. I nabbed the challenge, and have modified it a little, but not so much that I fail to follow in its spirit. I've variously described Switch as a funny tragedy in adventure packaging. I've attempted to skewer a number of tropes found in the typical Mary-Sue story, and have even wielded my sword-cane at song-fic, by making reference to ditties that would be utterly, completely inappropriate and wrong in the context of fiction. The wonder of all this is that I'm also attempting to tell a story with meaning. The writing style is snappy and fairly modern, although the descriptions and internal monologue are a bit dense. There's some profanity, and a few opinions which may offend.

Here's some extra goodies. Much kudos to amigo The Green Pen for designing such an awesome cover for Switch. Thanks, also, to the Girl From Greaseville, who listens to me natter on about things, and occasionally fuels my warped sense of humour.

Graphics: BSW Switch
Reader's Guides: BSW