Brief Author Bio:

What does one write here? The 'in-a-nutshell' version of my life perhaps, or the makings of my inner consciousness? But how can I, when such a thing is impossible to do.
Do I write about of writing background? Is that it! Shall I write about writing? Or perhaps the influences of my influential mind... is that correct?
But why bother when such a thing is so dry and dull - like chalk dust flying through the classroom after being bashed out by two opposing erasers.
Perhaps you'd like to know about what I'm writing for NaNo '08, but in all honesty, you should click on the 'Novel Info' tab if that be your desire.

What shall I talk about? What short biography am I to draw upon? My love of books? The written word or the captured images of the mind.
Shall I talk about my mind?
Such an odd thing, really - much like a very large castle, laying neatly in a forest - encrusted with many creeping vines and other such evil, malicious fauna. This castle you see, it has many beautiful rooms - such as a beautiful crimson coloured library lines with myriads of books and novels of all sorts. Then there's the master bedroom, with a large bed and comfy blankets with big fluffy marshmallow shaped pillows.
Then there's the ancient halls that lead to the many different sections of the castle, all adorned with various art paintings of old - Grecian urns sit neatly on their stools basking in the dim light; but one mustn’t touch for if an urn were to fall and break, the many servants would hustle and bustle to clean your mess - such chaos, like a disturbed ant nest.
Then there's the grand staircase which you could swear leads to the heavens themselves, but you dare not go up there, for the wouldn’t be polite of a visitor, now would it. Next you’ll wonder into the very large but somewhat dull-looking kitchen, which to your surprise has absolutely no food left in it. So you wander into a small door which leads you down to the dungeons where you a suddenly confronted with darkness and the damp cold – and suddenly, as if some supernatural force pushes you into a barred door which shuts suddenly and loudly behind you. Now you feel scared, locked away in the dark damp nowhere.
You cry out, but no one hears you.
You sit silently and the ghosts of life haunt you.