Greetings from Melbourne
I grew up in a Victorian country town and was a bit of rascal. I had my first driving lesson at one in the morning while stoned off my face. The driving instructor was my best friend and we had no idea whose car we were using at the time.
At the age of fifteen, while trying to conjure a demon, I almost started a bushfire.
I'd gone to Melbourne on the train and bought a grimoire. After making some paraphernalia and conning my granny into making a black robe (allegedly for a school play) I loaded it all into my schoolbag and rode off on my bike. If I'd done my time as an altar boy I would have known about self lighting charcoal blocks for the incense side of things.
In hindsight, sticks of charcoal from an art supply shop and a bottle of metho to make them glow was a bit of a mistake. Stamping out the fire ruined my magic circle and after that, I couldn't take myself seriously when I tried to resume the incantations.
The Catholic school I was at didn't think much of my religious interests and thought even less of the fact that I stopped turning up in year 12, so they kicked me out.
Fortunately the town I lived in had its very own psychiatric hospital. I realized pretty quickly that there was only one job I could do that wouldn't drive me mad.
Twenty years later, I'm a semi-part time uni student with three years of Latin, a harpsichord, a drug-****** swamp donkey of a half sister and an allergy to cats.
I've been writing a steam punkish YA fantasy for about two and a half years with one completed preliminary draft. The problem with it is, there's so much back story, that I have to write the back story before I get around to rewriting and polishing it.
I found this forum via links from absolutewrite.com (highly recommendable) and I'm looking forward to spending quite a bit of time here. The existence of a forum dedicated to sci-fi and fantasy is great.
So here I am.