In my younger days angels and demons, goblins and ghouls would roam through my head. I would see faeries in the alleyways, and magickal weavings would flow through the dark hallways of my mind.
Every single one of these creatures wanted to talk to me, tell me their stories in a way that I could imagine. And telling their stories was a way for these creatures, these figments of my imagination, to come to life. To come into the real world.
Ever since I was of school age, hammering out strange stories on my mother’s old
Xerox computer, I have written. Mostly it was amateurish silliness, but it has inspired
me to push on to bigger and better. To challenge myself, not to write the great Canadian
novel, but to write a story that another person, that perhaps many people, will read
and share with me what the little things in my head are talking about -
I won’t say that what started me along this path was out of a love for the written word, I was truthfully never that keen for English class, or the great classics (but who can’t love a great tragedy of Shakespeare). But, it was what the written word could do. It is the framework for world building. Words are the tools, the wood, the rocks and the air of the worlds we can imagine.
And that is what I love, that is my passion.

Current written works in progress:
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