- MW McLeod

M.W. McLEOD

AUTHOR PROFILE

Welcome to the page where we all pretend that M.W. McLeod, aka Marie, isn’t writing this herself! If you’ve never spoken to an author about these things before, there is only one thing worse than trying to summarize a 100,000 word novel in a 150-200 word description. It’s these things.

Talking about yourself in the third person is a drag. How much and how little are you supposed to share about yourself? How do you make yourself human and personable while still sounding like a sane person?

Is this getting too meta?

Yes. Yes it is.

I was forged in the fiery pits of Hell, but most people call it Phoenix, Arizona. I’m an educator by occupation and nature, always trying to learn and experience new things. No day is complete without teaching or otherwise striving to improve myself. I believe anything can be achieved with hard work, willpower, and a positive attitude.

As a fantasy author that dabbles in different subgenres, I draw my inspiration from many places, people, and hobbies. From knitting to painting, movies to podcasts, reading to dungeons and dragons, I will try anything and everything as long as it keeps my cup full of inspiration and coffee. So much coffee.

I am fascinated by classic folklore, fairy tales, and tall ships. With plans to make two of these happen in the future, I’m currently looking for an excuse to add a water-based world to my series of interconnected universes.

This is the part of the dating profile where I’m supposed to say I enjoy long walks on the beach, right?

Oh, right.

I am a simple person who enjoys fluffy animals, good food, and an epic movie marathon or television show binge. My teachers used to call me a pleasure to have in class, but they could never hear the thoughts and mischief happening behind the smile. I spent my time reading my favorite books and writing novels during math class, and people who made me angry got written into my books.

Who are we kidding? They still get written into my books. Buyer beware. I’m a little bit broken, but aren’t we all? Let’s go sailing off on our next adventure. Anchors aweigh, me hearties!

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