Some dork who writes horse romance. What more do you want from me?

By windward strides and holy ghosts, what rests beside the barren coasts?

Thanks, but please don't send me cash "tips." Instead, support this charity: The Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club.

Data-Scientist-in-Training and voracious fic reader. Occasionally edits/proofreads for people he likes, and even publishes story chapters once-in-a-blue-moon. Thinks he's a reneighssance pone.

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A crazy winter lover who likes to write, blog, and cartograph about the fun and inconsequential.

I write lots and lots of horse words; everything from comedy to drama. If you like what I write, please support me on Patreon.