claude vicent, the person i pretend to be when i’m not out there trying to survive in the real world, lives in oslo, norway. its dark up here and cold. i’ve lived in warmer and sunnier places.

i write in my room, on a either one of my two typewriters. sometimes some of the stuff i write makes it onto a computer. the half decent stuff then makes it onto various scraps of paper that i bind together and call a book. generally though i end up crunching it all up into small bundles that i  watch turn to trolls and sprites before disappearing into the dark corners of my cupboard.

more about me when we meet.

until then, go buy my books. all available on amazon.com