This is a home page: well, yes, self-evident. Text-based, but then, these things happen. I considered flashing skulls, really I did. Or glowing ichor. Or half-page titles. But in the end I suppose that I am too flat, too ordinary, stale, and unprofitable - whoops, wrong quotation, misquoted at that, and no, this murder doesn't advertise.
At this point, I am going to mention The Ballad of Saint Barbara, because I am extremely fond of it, as I am of almost all Chesterton poetry or prose. There, that done, back to other topics.
Other than that: I spend too much time online. I used to MUSH for RP (AmberMush and Patternfall), but these days it's mostly for discussion. I spend far too much time on in my evenings. British time, I note, which is a constant source of annoyance for me. Would someone please stop the world? I want to pop over to some neutral timezone where it'll always just be a convenient time.
Don't we all.
Enough of rant. I could rant about language, about expressions of closeness, and about the barriers formed and removed by simply communicating as we do on the Net and WWW, with no physical expressions or faces to judge by, simply the words we choose to select: but someone stop me right there. A different subject.
Such as friends.
Or Amber, or Heresy, or In Nomine.
Or composition. I write poetry, frequently Amber-themed, and once even managed to cobble together a play, based on Amber (yes, it is something of a major theme here). Feel free to cast a glance. Feel free not to. That's one of the wonders of the WWW, I suppose: if I do bore you, it's only because you chose to look. I also write fanfiction, found at my Fanfiction page.
No exotic gifs, I'm afraid: perhaps later, when I'm better at this. In the meantime, I leave you with one of my favourite quotations:
A hundred thousand lemmings can't be wrong.
And an email address: maya@tcp.co.uk
Mrs Peel, we're needed...