Under the Autumn leaves, I wait, hidden from the world, laying still, my bare skin cooled by a gentle breeze carrying Winter’s scent. Prone, silent, watching intently from my space of safety. Watching you walk by. Closer. Waiting.
Where it began
As a child, books were my go-to place of safety. There I found my adventures, my experiences, my knowledge. I hid from the world, an introvert of epic proportions, shying away from the drama of childhood and finding reprieve in the stories spun by wordsmiths as Roald Dahl, Stephen King, Ray Bradbury, Jules Verne, the variety of fantasy world stories from the DragonLance series, the kids tales spun by Enid Blyton, and the various authors who were Carolyn Keene and Franklin W. Dickson.
I started penning my first novel at age seven and continued creating a variety of stories and poems from then until now.
To date, I’ve not published any novels but have earned my keep writing articles, shorts, poetry, and ghost-writing.
The journey continues
Writing has always been my first love and passion. The ability to forge adventures and worlds, wielding words like a edged weapon or a mystical wand, journeying through imagined lands, and sharing those tales, this is a power I hold in high regard.
There are many novels awaiting completion, eager to fly forth into the arms of potential readers, and this year I’ve been committed to seeing that dream true.
I also love writing the odd short just for the fun of it and to keep the composition muscles firm. If you have any ideas that you would like formed into story, please send in your ideas. I’ll write them up and post them publicly on this website, crediting you, of course.