
It seems so egotistical to be talking about myself. I was born, I grew up, I grew old and I died. Hey, hold on a sec! I'm not gone yet, don't go jumping the gun.
I have a long and fancy name: Grahame Scott-Douglas. My dad tells me that in the early 19th century two Scottish aristocrats married and retained both names by the simple expedient of sticking a hyphen between them. If that's true then what I want to know is where is the big fancy house in the country? (And of course the fortune that goes along with it.)
I think I'd rather tell you about my writing, because I find that more interesting. I write in the Science Fiction and Fantasy fields with a tiny bit of horror-ish stuff thrown in now and again.
I seem completely incapable of writing a story without putting something weird into it. I remember when my English teacher gave the class an assignment to write a story that described a house and the area around it and I wrote a story about a pollution devastated future where the houses were hermetically sealed and if you breathed the air outside you were dead. Not a happy uplifting sort of tale, but then Shakespeare wrote tragedy too you know.
So, there you go. If I think of more to say later then I'll tell you all about it.
I live on a rather small, unimportant planet that is described by some as "mostly harmless."
But others have found it to be a little more dangerous:
And we don't read off paper anymore we use a Kindle: