Brief Author Bio:

Alright, I'm moving my rambles from non-novelling interests down here. I'll fill that box up again, then continue here, and so on and so on.

music, horses, blowing things up, general chaos, fire, bonfires, trashcan fires, hippies, ethanol fires, distillation, hippie music, photography, darkroom chemicals, sugar, typewriters, engines, flying, music, antiques, overheard conversation, food, haute cuisine, coffee, espresso, guitars, fast cars, rock and roll, sleep, sexy muses, dancing, flirting, more dancing, flirting while dancing, being insane, drinking, wine, distillation (did I say this already?), brewing, eating, eating, and eating, smelling things, drinking, tea, um sleep, yes sleep is good. You can tell I'm deprived of sleep from what I keep writing in this little blue box, can't you? I'm sure all of this could somehow go into the other little (or I guess not so little) blue box that says Brief Bio below where I'm currently typing, but, then, I wouldn't have the joy of seeing the text fall away to the left as I type, rather than piling up on itself line after line after line like it does in everything else that we ever do, like in Microsoft work where it comes to the point that all you ever see is lines and lines and lines and lnes of words on the page and you start to wonder about things, wonder if reality is something that really exists, or if it is just something cooked up by your imagination when you were stoned the other day... getting stoned can be fun, you know. The thinks that you think.