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Bio

I'm desperately in love with Strange Magic right now. The last time I fell this deep was when I saw Phantom of the Opera in San Francisco almost a decade ago. (I guess I have a thing for tragic anti-heroes in love.)

I used to write often. I managed to get half-way through a novel before becoming disenchanted with it. (I re-read everything I wrote and I want to light it on fire.) I haven't written anything in over two years. Now, the closest I come to writing is having fleeting thoughts of imagined adventures between Bog and Marianne while trolling around the internet looking for fanfics to sate my indescribable hunger for any scrap from the world of Strange Magic that I can get my hands on.

WHY AM I SUCH A HOPELESS NERD!!

Edit: I've now written fanfics. I'm so far down the rabbit hole there's no going back. (Kudo's are like kisses from strangers.)