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I’ve always disliked introductions—they make me uncomfortable. I’m used to listening, smiling… These always involve too much talking. I could copy and paste something I already have, I’m sure, but I suppose that would be cheating anyone reading. And that wouldn’t be fun at all.
Should it be posh or vulgar? Crystalline and perfect in reception or scrawled out with the grace of a child with crayons and chalk… I guess that both would fit equally well, but truthfully, I’d rather avoid the clever. So posh it is.
So a metaphor came to me, let’s try an introduction like mixing a drink. All the elements are there: first a spirit—whiskey, rum; second something for substance—soda, juice; and finally perhaps flavor—ice, mint, cinnamon-snap.
So the substance… I live in Michigan during the summer and Arizona during the winter, rather particularly like a snowbird, except that I don’t drive. And I don’t quite adhere to that schedule either, I just have friends split between those states and I work in Phoenix. I am Irish by heritage but demure by demeanor. I dress in black because of tradition. I expect to die of heart failure, unless my friends somehow find me immortality.
So some flavor… My favorite author is Mary Woolstonecraft Shelley, further that I’ll oft’ refer to her as my adopted mother. I love reading, always have book on my desk, in my pocket, at hand, or simply tucked/tied/wrapped to my notebook and pen. I like Goth Industrial music and Harsh EBM, folk, rock, Celtic. VNV Nation, Covenant, Blutengel, In Strict Confidence, Qntal, and myriad manifold others.
And finally the spirit… I am an author—and a glowing one at that; I also write poetry—but nothing worth mentioning. I like street corners and thunderstorms, small furry creatures and libraries, the sound of a thousand feet walking and the smell of morning after a long night. I’ll try not to wax poetic. I am a healer, ex-medic; now if only I could keep everyone from breaking themselves. Most importantly: I love people.
Too clever, I suppose, but hopefully entertaining naetheless.