I stare at the unyielding bubbling foam of a coffee mug and watch the twirling form the shapes that must be etched on the tapestry of Word. That being said, I'm also partial to writing and then rewriting something ten to twenty times in order to deliver onto digital paper the same images that run rampant across my head.

The first story I ever read was at the tender age of seven, and it was the Trilogy of Non-A, a science-fiction story in French, of which I understood very little, but what I did pretty much marked the rest of my life as someone who would never read science-fiction books ever again. And then I went right back to reading Asimov, and that taught me a valuable lesson on traumatic experiences.
There is nothing traumatic that cannot be faced, conquered, and turned into a powerful self-motivational tool.

I try to find a good enough royalty-free image and put it to good use. I'm horrible at drawing, and write as a hobby or a way to get my daily caffeine fix from some stranger over the internet. If I ever strike it rich, I swear I'll grab some cool guy from Deviantart and have him paid royally to draw me some kickass stuff. Until then, though, I'll keep on using what I find, and try to make the best out of it.

My own stories, and those stories I find that deal with delivering funny and witty barbs, or make use of the most underhanded instrument available to mankind: their brain.

A Kobo, because it's nice, lightweight, cheap, and works even with the glare of the sun straight over it. What more can I desire?

My desk is a littered pile of empty cups and mugs of coffee, bundles of wires, English books and office supplies. Somewhere beneath the pile of rubble lies a printer too; I'm thankful the Wireless function makes it work, though.

I grew up around the world, and thus the world grew around me. I've seen some really bad places, witnessed events too bizarre to be considered logical, and have come to the startling conclusion that, in the end, nothing is stranger than fiction. That is why I write fiction. It's a good way to keep oneself grounded.

When I was eleven, I wrote a really horrible story involving roses giving powers to people. It was a silly, romantic idea born of too much Sailor Moon, I think. But from there, oh boy...oh boy!

My latest book, still in the clutches of the wondrous Kindle Select policy, is the sequel to the first book I've published here on Smashwords. Can't say much, or it would spoil the surprise. Go have a look for yourself!

I like writing. I liked the idea of having people buy me coffee, and even more than that, I liked the idea of making my readers happy with what I had written. I don't write for those who seek the usual hero on a white horse, or those who seek something bundled in the masses of Tropes and clichés. I write stuff that might, or might not be, fresh...but at least, it's Different!

Reading the reactions of my readers. There's little I enjoy more than seeing them theorize how things will be ending, or what will happen next. When they discuss among themselves what might, or might not happen, I'm the happiest.

They mean the world to me, of course. They're people mad enough to read what I write; how could I not love them tenderly like a coffee-addict would his coffee?

A book about magical girls meeting Cthulhu-like stuff. Also, a collection of short stories inspired on the works of Lovecraft. I think I've got his writing style penned down somewhat. Now, let us see what madness lurks in the depths of bubbling ignorance, shall we?