I write fantasy, with a bit of science fiction thrown into the mix.
I also have one idea that looks suspiciously like a spy thriller, though it’s still nothing more than an idea in the vague shape of a story.
I write quite a lot of fanfiction. I often salvage my fan work for ideas I can use in the original.
Most of these salvaged notions come from the mechanics of the world, such as how magic might work in a particular setting. I also have one “history” that I’ve adapted to an original story.
I occasionally salvage ideas that are more character-specific.
Most of my fanfiction is posted to the Pit of Voles and deviantArt.
I currently have one excerpt posted to my other deviantArt account.
And I have assorted notes and decades-old work posted to deviantArt and to FictionPress.
I have also created a new site here to focus on my writing… one plotline in particular.
The camera is my toy, and taking pictures is my game.
I would like to get a better camera, though, and start playing with filters and lenses.
When I do take serious pictures, I prefer landscapes–water- or mountain-scapes, mostly–though most of my efforts thus far are of motorcycle rallies and the like that I’ve attended.
And if I ever acquire a decent set of lenses and filters–or at least get more practice using PhotoShop–I’d like to try for a supernatural effect.
In terms of purpose, the pictures I want to take would support my writing; in terms of a career…the pictures would still take a back-seat, and I’m not making any money at either one, yet.
One of my main characters is a professional travel photographer, so I do need to dabble a bit more for research.
I may begin posting some of my weirder pics, on here or on deviantArt.
I grew up all over the place.
I’m a military brat. I’ve lived on both sides of the Atlantic, in at least 9 different houses, and I’ve visited almost a dozen different countries before my dad finally retired.
And then we moved to another state before I finished out my final two years of high school.
We’ve been living in the same house since then. My internal clock has been waiting for the next move since maybe 2002.
I don’t know if that’s normal for military, but I’ve always found it strange to meet people who haven’t moved. I’ve found it downright weird to meet people who have never even been outside their hometown.
And after all that moving around…I still have the wanderbug.