Hi.
I'm just starting off as a freelancer, so I obviously don't have a dirigible. I know, guilty. It was just for the sake of the title. I'll leave you wondering as to the shrooms, though.
I write fairly bizarre and not very cheerful fiction. I've got plans for as many as three novels, one of which will be called "Pigeon Martian". Dunno why I fancy this name so much. But I have yet to tame the thrashing beast of editing to produce anything worthwhile. I mean, reading your own work? Ugh. Reading it and thinking at the same time? Oh my.
Seeking love, acceptance, cute puppies, and good beer. Oh, and the constructive criticism, communicating ideas, ranting about life, blah blah blah.
Thank you for having an utterly wonderful website, I guess.