Very little is known about Pascale. Few can claim to have seen her, and those who can are probably lying. I originally came up with her as a pen name for my fiction writing, but once I breathed life into her, she took off on her own. I hardly see her anymore. I can barely remember what she looks like - hence the composite photo. (It is, actually, quite accurate.)

Pascale spends most of her time in Paris, living in her cramped little apartment up above the rooftops, and eating way too much pain chocolat. She does her thinking from there, and her writing.

When I first sat down to design her website (her HTML sucks), I thought that she was simply the uncensored version of myself. And that's partly true. She does give me the kind of freedom one has with a diary - the freedom to write without having to worry about what anyone will think. But she is much more than that. And she knows it.

I once asked her if she was my wild side, the side with no responsibilities, nothing to tie her to this earth, who could just fly around the globe and do as she pleased. She just kind of looked at me and said:

"Wild. You don't know the meaning of the word. Wild isn't running from one thing to another. Wild is where you give everything you've got, your heart and soul to your partner, and dance to the death. That's wild."

"Oh good," I said, "I'll use that!" And I did.

So that's Pascale. Of course, if you want to find out who she really is, then you should read some of what she's written. And then, if you like it - or not - you can write her and tell her about what you liked, or didn't like. Just please don't bother me about it. I've got enough to do just getting her site up.

Thanks for visiting, and enjoy!