We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.

All art is quite useless.

~Oscar Wilde~

My work here:

Imaginary Beings.

"How to find happiness when you see yourself as emotionally crippled, hellishly lonely and trapped in something you can't name."

This was originally supposed to be a light-hearted little romance thing, but I'm afraid it turned out to be anything but. It's about love and soul-mates and anxiety issues and imagination and loneliness and dogs and theatre and families and cars and books and religion and fairies and rain and cardigans. Complete.

Equinox.

A fairy tale. "Kit has cobwebs in his mind."

Starlit Sorrows.

"How to find happiness when only a few things glimmer." An independent sequel to Imaginary Beings.