Written Prophetess Angela Horn And you shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water that bring forth his fruit in his season. And his leaves shall not whither and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper. Ps 1:3
I've heard these profiles can be used to mock writers on certain craptactular sites. Better put my best face forward then.
I'm a saint. No really.
I read to the blind, feed the hungry, buy wigs for bald people – you know, real heartwarming shit. I never drink, drive too fast, or fart. I really am a saint.
Try not to be jealous. For some people, like me, sainthood simply comes naturally. It’s not something that can be taught either. Just be happy with yourself, even if you suffer from minor infractions.
Say you’re a public farter. Or you smoked pot that one time because your friend dared you. Or when in a hurry, you speed a little too much and occasionally run over cats. Or maybe for fun, you’ve been known to steal old ladies’ walkers then run away laughing. Embrace your flaws. After all, no one can be perfect like me.
Oh, and along with my saintly works, I write books. Urban fantasy, open roads fantasy, zombie fantasy (as compared to realistic zombie), and young adult fantasy. See the common denominator there?
Of course you do, you public farting, pot smoking, cat killing, old lady tormenting sons of bitches!