I write stories from the seat of a thirty year old truck that’s barely alive at the moment, parked in the kinds of places most people only see when they’re lost. Not because it looks cool, but because that’s where life put me, and I’ve learned to work with what I’ve got.
I lost everything the day the firemen decided my fire wasn’t worth putting out. I’ve been charged with crimes that don’t make sense on paper. I’ve been thrown away, forgotten, stepped over, and written off more times than I can count. None of that made me quiet. It made me bitter and honest.
I write about the people society tries to ignore: outcasts, hustlers, runaways, throwaway kids, addicts, bikers, drifters, thieves, the dangerously naïve, the dangerously angry, the dangerously alive, the unlucky, the unwanted, and the ones too stubborn to disappear. The criminals and the ones everyone calls criminals whether they are or not. People who do what they have to do. People who bend but don’t break. People who fight because nobody ever fought for them.
In my world, the cops aren’t clean, the firemen don’t always put out the fires, the businessmen aren’t noble, and the politicians don’t save anyone, because that’s closer to reality than most fiction wants to admit. I don’t sand off the rough edges or scrub the dirt to make characters shine. I write them the way I’ve known them: sharp-edged, contradictory, damaged, loyal, reckless, hopeful, violent, kind, and unforgivingly human.
I’m not chasing awards, trends, or validation. I write because I have a need to create and stories are one thing the world hasn't manage to take from me. I write to tell the truth inside the fiction. And I write because every book sold gets me one step closer to my goal: a quiet place off-grid, with no neighbors, a strong fence, and enough silence to hear myself think again.
I write stories I’d want to read. Stories that don’t sugarcoat, don’t flinch, and don’t pretend good and evil don’t share the same room. Stories about doing the right thing, the wrong thing, or, more often, both. Stories that hit hard enough to leave bruises.