Currently she is working on a five book Novella Series for Pfoxmoor Publishing as well as a number of other projects. As If that weren’t enough, she spends a week or two a month putting together “Welcome to Wherever”, along with trying to juggle Cats, Kids, Partner and Brownie Leader Training.
She does all this from a body in South Wales, UK. Where her mind is, she hasn’t yet worked out…
An engineer by education, an analyst by trade, as well as a writer, photographer, artist and amateur model, Maria brings her talent for weaving an engaging narrative to stories of life, fashion and style advice, book and movie reviews, and common-sense and to-the-point essays on politics and economy.
Having focused on non-fiction and translation for nearly ten years, Maria is now venturing into the science fiction genre as well as illustration and cover design.
Maria lives in North Carolina, USA, with her husband Gerry and their pets.
Look under your bed and what do you see,
A place full of dust or a magical tree?
Crawl under your bed and continue the tale,
There’s a ship by the tree and it’s about to set sail.
Once upon a time in a land far away,
The Gribblebid stretched and awoke for the day,
He put on his trousers and polished his fangs,
Slapped life into his cheeks until they stang,
He stained his claws red with the best beetroot juice,
And ruffled his fur with a touch of hair mousse.
When he finished his breakfast he opened his door,
Stood on his top step and let out a Roar,
“I am the Gribblebid and just so you’ll know,
If you come down my path I’ll never let you go!”
The roar echoed scarily through valley and hill,
Across mountain and lake it travelled on still,
It passed over forests, meadows and streams,
Until it came to a house made of Sunbeams.
Inside the house, just making her bed,
Pika the Phluph heard what the roar said,
And being a very adventurous Phluph,
Thought to herself “Ooh, he sounds tough,”
“But I think he’s just lonely up there at the top,
Of the Black and Blue Mountain where no one will stop.”
So Pika packed her lunch of red Shlup and green Taff,
And set out on the way to the Gribblebid’s path.
She scrambled and rambled over Huggibuck Ridge,
And tipi-toed over the Kramblebug’s Bridge,
Waded through mud in the Swamp of Julspoon,
Swam the great lake of Silvery Moon,
Ate her lunch carefully in the Forest of Fear,
Taking her rubbish to keep the place clear,
* all images are copyrighted to Maria K. and should not be used elsewhere without express permission from the artist.