Three cycle tours from the Noughties, through multiple countries. looking for the Zen Road and interesting street food while still living an earlier life. Crossing national and linguistic borders around the North Sea and along the Danube, climate borders in western Australia, and that of the Big Five Oh. Kind thanks to the wonderful Eric Bogle for permission to quote from his song 'No Man's Land', a.k.a. 'The Green Fields of France'.
Previously posted as a series of logs, now brought together as a hopefully semi-coherent whole. No fried onion flavour ice cream was consumed at any point, though the author did dispose of multiple Mrs Mac's pies.
I am Steph Calvert, and the thing that most people pick up on is that I am transgendered. That doesn't make me special, but it does influence my writing. I will be blunt: I write love stories. I don't mean fluffy bodice-rippers involving a lot of smouldering, but stories set in the real world, or at least as real as I can make it. Warts and all, but infused throughout with Pandora's gift. How could anyone live without hope? Most of my stories are tied together with one brutal event, and while I have not written the details, and will not, it is the effects on other people that generate the tales. I make no apologies for the brutality in some of the scenes, just as I make no excuses for the bits where True Love...well, you know the schema.