I am, or at least that's what I've been led to believe. I live in a fluffy purple cloud filled with fantasy, but once in a while I peek outside, take a look at the darkness that surrounds me and embrace it.
I write fantasy for fun, work for the enemy for money and was trained as a scientist to satisfy my curiosity.
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"I think for me the tipping point was when I was a very young man. It was late at night, and I was lying in bed, and I thought, as I often thought, “I could be a writer. It’s what I want to be. I think it’s what I am.” And then I imagined myself in my eighties, possibly even on my deathbed, thinking that same thought, in a life when I’d never written anything. And I’d be an old man, with my life behind me, still telling myself I was really a writer — and I would never know if I was kidding myself or not."