Simon Le Dow is a British author living in Oxfordshire, and is mostly a living shell for narrative.
Held hostage by prose, it has barged its way into his consciousness every day, travelled with him, and immediately re-infected his computers every time they were replaced. It has moulded, swirled and reinvented itself to slide into his thought processes and has honed its infiltration over decades to infest his waking life, his dreams, his commute, and his consciousness until he is left staring open-eyed at the pitch-black ceiling above his bed each night, trying to wrest control over it.
His words aren’t written, they insinuated themselves into his brain like a parasitic presence and took over his body in order to be heard.
He would call his cat Integer if he had another one.
He also disagrees with the use of AI tools for anything (most especially creative works) and does not use them – or conventional assistive technologies like spell- or grammar-check – in anything he creates. All works, including cover art, are created “by hand” or sourced from non-AI-utilising third-parties.