When I was small I read a lot of books. This, I’m afraid, fired an already overactive imagination into a mind like a pile of leaves on a windy day; wild, unpredictable and lots of fun to jump up and down in.
Now I’m grown up and I still like to read, and I like to think, and to write. On this web-a-ma-jig you’ll find a combination of things I’ve read and seen and written. There might even be some things I’ve drawn, if you’re very good.