Author has written 10 stories for Harry Potter, Pirates of the Caribbean, and Doctor Who.I now have a Livejournal (link above) in which I will reply to reviewers and answer any questions you may have.
Well, what can I say about myself? If you want to get to know me, reading my stories is the easiest way to do so. You can tell pretty much everything about me from these stories, including the extent of my arrogance and how much I enjoy listening to my own voice. So, get on down and take a gander at what I've posted recently (which isn't much). If you require more information about me, you'll have to email me, because I don't give it away willy-nilly.
"Doctor, Doctor!": Ssssh, don't tell anyone I'm writing humorous Doctor Who fic, it'll ruin my repution:D But seriously, don't expect too much from this, it's a whimful, foolish, unaccountably silly sort of story which has little notion of sense or when to quit. I am enjoying trying to complicate the plot, but it will not get the dedication I gave my Lost series. Meant to be read as tongue-in-cheek as possible, as I am busily planning to corrupt all the 10/Rose on the internet.
"Lost: Small Boy, Answers to Harry" (Part One of Lost): COMPLETE Part One of my "Lost" trilogy is finished. Thanks to everyone who supported me while I was writing this, I thoroughly enjoyed it. The whole trilogy is now complete.
"Lost: Young Man, Answers to Harry" (Part Two of Lost): IS BACK! After being deleted by admin, Lost: Young Man has now been reposted.
"Lost: One Godson, Answers to Harry" (Part Three of Lost): COMPLETE. It's done, my friends. It's finished. Thanks everyone, it was a wild ride we went through.
"Snowstorms": DORMANT. I abandoned this thing about two years ago, (mostly because I stopped skiing for a while) and I now have plans to revive it. I really would like to get a few more chapters written this story, but unlike Lost: Small Boy I actually have no clue where the whole mess is going, so it may never be fully complete.
So, to wrap things up, I'd like to thank the battered old Macintosh sitting on my desk downstairs. Without you, dear old Mac, I could not be the writer I am today. May your memory never be totally full, may your keys next stick, and may you live for many more years yet.