You can’t stop me.

I’m a writer. I write. Call it a hobby. Call it a compulsion. Call it an excuse to have that extra glass of wine. I get antsy and irritable if I don’t write, so call it an addiction if you’re the kind of person who pathologizes fun.

I call it a vocation. I build sandcastle worlds to delight, for a time. The nice thing about sand is that there’s a lot of it.

Expect to see flash fiction, short stories, and occasional musings related to fantasy and sci-fi. If I throw in a few stories about my birds or garden, I hope you won’t mind.

The Met has a section devoted to medieval armor, weapons, and related garniture. There’s a shield there inscribed with some Teutonic fellow’s family motto, along the lines of “The owls do not much like me; nonetheless, I rather like them.”

Make of that what you will; I certainly have.

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