"Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be."– Clementine Paddleford

A writer who has no idea what he's doing

"You want to fly on a magic carpet to see the king of the potato people, and plead with him for your freedom, and you're telling me you're completely sane?"

I did things, once.

I'm your friendly neighborhood riffer. Except when I'm not. I also write pony words and review them. I hope to serve.

An enigma as vexing as life itself.

Before the change, I read over 25 million words. Yay me, I guess.

Some weird person who writes stories about ponies. You should probably just ignore him.