Welcome to my garden. It’s windy here, and the plants are all on fire, but I think they like it. This is where I work, on the rare occasion that I do. Please, sit down! Have a drink, listen to a story.
In the real world, I live in Colorado. There are gorgeous boys and girls and cats underfoot all the time. In the moments when they all scamper off and leave me be, I write. Most of my stories are not safe for work and not appropriate for children. There are many “fucks” ahead, both linguistic and literal. If that’s the kind of thing you’re into, we’re gonna get along just fine.