I came to the writing game a little later in life than I had hoped. Better late than never though, right?
The stories wouldn't leave me alone, begging to be told. I couldn't quiet the characters voices any longer, so here I am.
If I live to be 100 years old, I may have time to write every story that has been rattling around in my brain. That is, until more tales develop and scream for release...which just keeps happening!
I live in a northern climate and want nothing more than to spend my days and nights sculpting tales of heroes and demons, love and fear, the pinnacles of the human condition and the pits of despair, while the snow flies outside my window.
Alas, I must work for survival and write when I can.
At this rate, all my tales will never be told.
That fact saddens me :(
I have been able to bring several characters to life.
That fact brings me joy :)
My promise to my readers is simple: Through my writing, I will always try to help you see what I see in my mind.