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Young Writers Society


Through the air, a CadiDragon, suddenly.


Photo of Cadi

There's Something About Cadi

I'm Cadi, your friendly neighbourhood purple dragon of indecision (every town needs one). I've been a YWSer since autumn 2011.

I'm an Real Life Adult in that Big City in the south of England (the bit where it doesn't rain all the time), where I tell computers what to do for a living. (I used to study Computer Science, helpfully defined by university admissions as "the science of computing".)

When I'm trying to avoid work, I usually find myself sat on the internet avoiding the decision of what to do with my time. (Mostly Twitter. No, entirely Twitter.) I'd love to craft masterpieces of fiction, photography, conlanguage, cookery and sketch, but that would require putting down my phone and deciding to what to apply myself.

If you'd like a review, throw me some fiction - short stories or first chapters for preference. If you want to win my heart, bring me Douglas Adams and a Tolkien conlang. Or chocolate. Chocolate's always good.


Interests

Writing, photography, drawing, conlangery, / cooking, spec fiction and puns. / Filling in profiles with poetic rhythm-ery, / 'cause that's just what I think is fun.

Occupation

Software Engineer and Master Procrastinator


It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien