Oh, for my love of Writing!

I have been a fan of stories for as long as I can remember. In fact, all of my interests revolve around stories in one aspect or another. I relish the ability to dream up fantastical worlds and colorful characters with limitless abilities and unlimited potential. I freely allow the clouds of muted pastel pink, blue and purple of my subconscious to flow freely to the boundless edges of my mind. Each thought becomes a glimmer of starlight in the nebulous of my imagination until they converge together into a singular thought. The thought persists until my fingers are forced to meticulously dictate the impression upon the printed keys: until the soundless words form themselves into perfect horizontal lines of white and black. Before long the lines have compounded into concrete bricks of thought and structure in a language that can be understood in this world. The characters I birth become as tangible as the world around me.

For you see, I write to free the beings and places held captive within the confines of my mind by bringing them into fruition in mine.

​What to learn more? By all means.