"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."

I spin words like fibers to thread whilst drowning myself in fine, scalding black teas. Occasionally, beautiful ideas blossom in my brain and course through my scarlet blood into faithful fingertips -- and other days, I'm not as fortunate. A Professional Pretender and Theatre Dweller, such literary success is rare as I'm piled up to my waist in scripts that flood the soul and deprive it of precious time for its own thoughts. My nose can be found buried within the leafy pages of books and my fingers dancing upon aged piano keys. My voice travels through melodic octaves and, sometimes, speaks solely of secret references and quotes. Often, I am lost within fictional worlds whilst maintaining my own. It's a mad, mad world, my darling. [Previously Porcelain Owl or Clockwork Doppelganger.]