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Mighty-Joe Young (A.K.A Strong Coffee)(LoA)
145 stories, 221 challenges, 2612 comments, and 439 friends
We were two against the world. Now the odds are slightly against me.
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Hello! I’m Acantha :)
Most of my writing focuses on fantasy and science fiction, and I tend to write things that are a little out there in terms of accessibility. Sorry for that :)
Outside of writing, my hobbies are baking, reading, crafting, and gaming (both the video and the pen-and-paper variety). My favorite authors include Robin McKinley, Umberto Eco, Neil Gaiman, and J.R.R. Tolkien, plus many, many others. I’ve been told I read too much for my own good, but I’m of the belief that you can never have too much to read :)
I used the same pen name back on Ficlets, in case you’re wondering!
Can I just say how great it is to be back? Because it really is great. I missed this place so much.
Thanks for reading!
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From Wikipedia:
Russell “Rusty” Awkward was born in 1934 in New York, NY, the son of Michael and Elena Awkward. From a young age, he showed an interest in the Broadway musicals his father acted in and his mother costumed for. At the age of 18, however, he rebelled against his parents and their industry of choice by writing the one-act play Pay No Attention To The Man In Front Of The Curtain, a biting critique of Broadway.
At twenty-one, leaving New York for Los Angeles, he disappeared for two years, the events of which went unknown until the 1971 autobiographical novel Midwest Purgatory: A Stalled Travelogue. After finally arriving in LA in 1958, he wrote and produced a string of plays which received moderate critical acclaim but poor ticket sales before disappearing into obscurity. His current location is unknown.
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For eight long years of my life, I believed in something other than myself. I believed in people. It was the happiest time of my life.
On the ninth year, all of that changed. All of that changed, and I turned into what I am now.
I wonder if I still exist sometimes.
I was born in a small farm house in 1936 to a freshly wed Robert and Angela. My father was a car salesman for 20 years. He died of a gunshot wound to the heart at the age of 36. My mother raised myself and my 4 sisters up by herself. Working two jobs, and she still found time to read us bedtime stories.
I guess what I remember best are those stories. I remember expecting adventure and exploration. Those stories stuck with me. I suppose that is why I do what I do.
I was a journalist in the years preceding my favorite eight years. I worked for a small newspaper in Michigan. Before that, I worked at a law firm in New York.
I live now in a ranch just outside Fishtail, Montana. I run a shop, and I write stories.
So that is me.
