The story so far ...

When I was five years old, I wanted to be an archaeologist. Then, when I was seven, I wanted to be a veterenarian. At 10, astronaut was the career of choice, followed shortly by architect. But, although I had always been an avid reader, by the time I was in middle school, I had become enamored by fantasy and science fiction stories and novels, and the dream was to become a writer and emulate the likes of Tolkien, Lovecraft, Asimov, adn Zelazny. I wrote rather voraciously through high school and college, and I briefly considered applying for a masters program in creative writing; but, I ultimately concluded that I had to get a "real" job. I also wanted to be a computer programmer (specifically, game developer); but at the dawn of the 90's, that seemed like a pipe dream. As fate would have it, I would eventually become a software developer many years later, serendipitously, via the printing industry of all places. However, the daydream of spending my days penning epic narratives while basking in the rolling countryside with my dog and getting paid for it fell by the wayside. My prose output was eschewed in favor of songwriting (fair enough), and I have spent more time over the last few decades bemoaning the scarcity of my scribbling than putting actual pen to paper (or however such endeavors are accomplished these days). Still ... prior to the hiatus, I had drafted many, many stories and novel ideas over the years, and some of them I actually finished. Well, none of the novels were finished - most of those attempts barely got past the outline. But short stories were finished, as well as a bit of poetry. Much of it was drivel, as the labor of writing demands; but enough of interest, which has been shuttered away in crates and floppy disks, has been unearthed to warrant publishing. Hence this paragraph, and thence your attention, which I hope to retain while you peruse the words tucked neatly away in this virtual folio.

My goal for the coming years is to yet again call upon Calliope, dear neglected muse, that she may guide my hand once more. If she responds kindly to my advances, then you may find freshly minted manuscripts within these annals. Only time shall bear witness to this prophecy. Until then, as the Immortal Bard himself once said: "check it out, yo."