Fellow Prosers

Hello, I am Stevo, that is what I like to be called. The tag 'Yowwa' was gifted to me by my best friends daughter who is just turned four years old, and she is darling.

I am almost sixty three years old, blind in my right eye and am homeless, living within the small room allotted me by my employer.

I am indeed a fortunate thing, as my job permits me time to write and read upon this, my beloved Prose.

I have favourites among you, lovely kittens that you are, but I love you all in almost equal measure. I am challenged to measure up to the quality and imagination I discover on a daily basis here on Prose, so forgive me if sometimes I fail to equal your output.

I am a devoted lover of chocolate, and despite my doctors advice to leave it be, I refuse to abstain from this delicious repast. I feel that reading and chocolate go together so irresistibly, that I am often to be found on my free days with my head buried deep within Prose, and chocolate fingerprints all over my screen.

I love reading fantasy epics, particularly science fiction, and owe a debt I can never repay to my early devotion to the American comics that found their way to the UK. I loved those early days, my bedroom was a cave devoted to Classics Illustrated, Marvel Comics and the many others that I collected and read over and over, until my mother threw them out, something I never forgave her for.

Like I said, I love Prose. I love so many things about it. I love how I can take part in several challenges at once and chop and change between them without losing your work. I am currently engaged in three separate challenges.

My favourite part of Prose is the comments section, it is here were I am happiest, making and reading comments sounds so dull, but it is vital we all hear the encouragement we need to grow as writers.

We all need critique, how else do know when we put a foot wrong, but it must be couched in encouragement to work, something I feel very strongly about.

I drink tea. English tea (even though that is only a name, we do not grow our own here as far as I am aware). Talking of tea, I do believe it is time I had another cupful, so adieu dear Prosers, and all my love to you all.