Literary agency intern, Turkey City participant, web dev for author Lisa Tuttle, magical realist.

Bruce Sterling told me I was talented and ripped my work apart in the same breath, which will probably be the pinnacle of my career.

I created The Weather Centre, a forum focused on becoming a published, professional author and on brainstorming ideas. I'm a member of The Review Game and The Globe.

WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high piled books, in charact’ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love!—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.

John Keats