Once upon a time, I dreamt of being a mad scientist when I grew up. After much consideration, I realised that science is quite hard. So I became a mad writer instead, which is much easier. True story.

The man without a plan.

I write pony words. Millions of them. Some people actually think they might be worth reading. I am very thankful for that. Also, I have a Patreon now?

Listen kids. I write stories about ponies. And most times those stories contain clop. So skedaddle and let the adults read this jazz.