Brief Author Bio:

When I'm not in a darkened room, I am continually pushing myself to deafness in as short a time as possible through incredibly loud techno and Japanese pop, interspersed recently with music in English from the 1980s. The 1980s happen to be the era in which I was born and, while not having much interest in anything at the time but legos and cats, remember the original Indiana Jones and Star Wars movies with fondness.

Any characters in any stories who resemble to any degree Harrison Ford are solely the fault of my conditioning from an early age.

When I *am* in a darkened room, I open all the windows to the degree deemed safest in a Zombie apocalypse, light at least three sources of fire, read DC comics centering on the Justice League International era and up, and regret not writing.

Come November, one of these things may change. I could close a window.

If things change to the impossible degree that a hundred years motivation propels me wildly into the world of writing, brace yourself to see humor where there should be no humor, very little or badly executed drama, and long tangents centering on small details easily missed by someone whose mind is not so driven to recall details of, for instance, a given character's favorite food or blood type ten years after any and all interest in given series has waned.

I have discovered a recent interest in snuggies,expensive chocolates, and the idea that any character can be redeemed within themselves, but am having trouble finding circumstances in which said character can prove their intentions true and valid..