Hi, First up, I was born, though many say I was spat on the wall and hatched by the sun. My parents were in iron and steel, Mum ironed and dad would steal. Our house was so crappy and small the mice were hunchbacked and burglars would leave things instead of taking them. Anyhow, I hopped a freighter to Bangkok when I was 10 with promises or work as a personal satisfaction technician, whatever that was, but instead met Master Khan. He sent me to the highest tower of the tallest mountain beyond the Mongolian plains to the hardware store up there, to bring him back 'grinder sparks' and 'striped paint'. The guy was laugh a minute. Months and years went by as Master Khan taught me to read and write and all the dad jokes he knew, finally sending me back into the world, thinking I could write. Little did I know what was ahead.
Ok, OK, I'm some guy from Australia and a peaceable tiller of the soil. I live with my wife, a cat and two dogs in what's called an 'empty nest.' Our golden years approach with its horrors. I just like to write for no real reason other than to amuse myself, though I am working on what I call a 'book', which is a fantasy I've set in a world using a jumble sale of nordic and celtic etc stuff. A lot of the names and things were meant to be placeholders, but they've sorta grown on me. I'll bore you all with it someday.
Anyhow, happy to be here, keep it real.
Ok, OK, I'm some guy from Australia and a peaceable tiller of the soil. I live with my wife, a cat and two dogs in what's called an 'empty nest.' Our golden years approach with its horrors. I just like to write for no real reason other than to amuse myself, though I am working on what I call a 'book', which is a fantasy I've set in a world using a jumble sale of nordic and celtic etc stuff. A lot of the names and things were meant to be placeholders, but they've sorta grown on me. I'll bore you all with it someday.
Anyhow, happy to be here, keep it real.
and can't wait to read some more of your work.
