A small bibliophilic patch of peat who could combust at any given moment considering the vast number of pages in it's surroundings. An amateur author at best, complete beginner at worst I only really picked up writing cause I started to run out of content to read so I figured that if I couldn't read it I could write it, after that thought, god was I on a roller coaster of effort, but it's all worth it if I have something to satiate my poor rhizoid network's boredom.