I am a creature of the seasons.
I used to think the four quarters of the year were all about temperature, but it’s much subtler than that.
The turn of the planet is crucial. Spring to summer to autumn to winter. A natural order of events.
Until chaos intervenes.
Recently, my personal life has been chaotic and this is reflected in the stories. But that’s how we process difficulties, disorder and dissidence.
Seasonal Disorders is my take on a personal calendrical chaos.
Four long/short stories (mini novellas), written at pivotal moments in my recent life, which has been so different from what it was that I scarcely recognise it.
Now I'm doing better, in case you were worried. Updates ensue.
Mad fairies, evil spirits, sinister coincidences, ancient beings, coincidental aliens ...
Well. No madder than my than current existence. Bring it on, as they say.
AJ Monkton is my pseudonym for the darker side.