<p><span>Eliwood S. Gheist has never been one for talking about herself, but rambling about fictional stories has always been a part of her life; so, here goes.</span></p><p><span>When a single reindeer gently shook its antlers to the cold, star-laden sky, a wish was formed; a wordless desire for love and chaos and frequent little treats. When the impulse grew too strong to ignore, the wish let itself crash into a secret forest, where several flowers, a handful of shiny rocks, and a yearning memory of the sea took the form of a whispering ghost girl. She roamed the woods collecting the prattling talk of local wildlife, then formed these ideas into a soft dress, sturdy boots, and long, whimsically flowing hair.</span></p><p><span>But then, because the world is what it is, Eliwood had to get a job working in IT and save the writing nonsense for weekends and lunch breaks. She spends her time with her husband and gremlin-like pets of various sizes, and when she's not working or writing, she's playing video games or planning fiendish D&D campaigns.</span></p>
