I’m kind of a weird one. I never lost the ability to let my mind run away with itself when I hit puberty. I still sit there at work, on the train, or at a family meal and find myself drifting off to some made up world. These worlds grew in detail, and with some persuading from my SO, I started to put thoughts to paper.

I’m in the process of drafting up a novel or two, based on a couple of these worlds, but in the meantime I thought I’d get into the habit of writing, and would share it here for anyone who cares to read.