For me, one of the side effects of being an only child was painful shyness which led to a solitary life with very little friends. To compensate, I immersed myself in my imagination, creating far off worlds inside my head. When I was not acting out these worlds in my backyard, staging plays and concerts for my stuffed toys, I was writing them down in countless journals.

I fell in love with the craft of writing from an early age because it was (and still is) the only place I can set my true self free. Writing allows me to express my true feelings, it is how I deal with the good, the bad and the ugly. I have written many dark stories but the most pivotal life altering story did not come from my imagination. It came from my life. Forever Christian.