There was a time when I used to write, some years ago, before the imagination began to run faster than the pen. Stumbled. Fell.

I'm here because I am toying with the idea of writing again.

To be transparent and honest, my fantasies have veered down the darkened streets of the slums; base, crude, raw. I have come to use a sledge hammer to open doors with impatience and greed, over stretch the boundaries of realistic possibility in a desperate search for shock and awe.

For some time now I have been looking to rediscover the light of fine detail, reawaken an appreciation of the subtle and sublime.

Some of the stories that I have read on Lush so far have truly brought me back to a time that once was.

I cannot for sure say where things will go from here, the door has only just opened. For the now, I assume that the start will be rocky, mistakes will be made.

Interests
Various arty/crafty passions, and a love of the outdoors.