My name is Jack, well, more or less. I am 24, and plan to stay 24 because it was the age Sherlock was when he met Watson. I'm a Christian, an author, and probably the girl you see with her nose in a book and a sword strapped to her back - I'm too short to wear it on my belt.
I enjoy writing - goes without saying - books, movies, and hunting for adventures. I trip over swords and have a pet sardine named Nemo who comes with me to Inkling meetings.
I am also the author of the Haphazardly Implausible Series, coming to an online book store near you soon!
I claim I'm Scottish, deep down I'm a Brit at heart, and I'm looking for the Invisible Man.
You can learn more about me and my books here, on my Site.
And lastly this ...
is not me.
A Bit Unlikely,
Jack
P.S.
I feel the need to explain the sword and the sardines.
Back when Inklings was first started there was a pirate and a dungeon. It was the pirate who left his sword in the doorway, and which I was always tripping over. And, even though he isn't here anymore, he has clearly forgotten his sword...
The dungeons were used when Inklings were bad, committing such crimes as only having read The Lord of the Rings once and other such horrible things. To get out of the dungeon one of the other members had to do a task. Find a prince, cook dinner, bake cookies, or, in my case, eat a can of sardines. Which I didn't do...and I was thrown into the dungeon with the one I was trying to free. And ever since then I was the Inkling with the can of sardines. Which later was changed into my pet sardine Nemo.
So, there you have it. Now it might clear things up a bit 8-D.
P.S.
I feel the need to explain the sword and the sardines.
Back when Inklings was first started there was a pirate and a dungeon. It was the pirate who left his sword in the doorway, and which I was always tripping over. And, even though he isn't here anymore, he has clearly forgotten his sword...
The dungeons were used when Inklings were bad, committing such crimes as only having read The Lord of the Rings once and other such horrible things. To get out of the dungeon one of the other members had to do a task. Find a prince, cook dinner, bake cookies, or, in my case, eat a can of sardines. Which I didn't do...and I was thrown into the dungeon with the one I was trying to free. And ever since then I was the Inkling with the can of sardines. Which later was changed into my pet sardine Nemo.
So, there you have it. Now it might clear things up a bit 8-D.
