How the writing happened
I’ve always been a voracious reader, which is probably how most writers start out. In my case, I began writing my own stories at a young age. When I couldn’t find a book that suited my fancy I simply wrote something myself – with varying results.
Then I grew up, got a proper job, and almost forgot about my joy of writing.
Only when I hit a wall after years and years of stress and an unhealthy work environment did I reassess my priorities and take up writing once again.
And with a truck full of mental health issues, my stories are meant as pure escapism. I write spice and steam, fantasies, erotica, and guilty pleasures. I hope to titillate and tease and I choose to leave the profound and angst-y to others.
Who am I really?
I’m an introvert and a weirdo who’s always preferred the company of books over people. Pair that with a dirty mind and a brain that won’t quit making up stories and you have me, Jay.
I live in the far north of the world where the winters are harsh and the forests are deep. I live in an old castle with my family which, apart from a few humans, also includes three Golden Retrievers and a small fire dragon. I spend my days happily reading (or writing) by the fire or walking in the woods.
Or something like that…
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