Every week, I have those moments where the greatest story concept of all time comes in and whacks me in the head. I've had those since at least 5 years of age, but never was I able to bring these ideas to life in ANY art form.

I loved drawing, each day I'd find something funny or epic to illustrate on a random page strewn across a desk somewhere. Usually I'd stuff something up, but I still never stopped, only flip the page and start over.

Sadly, my zeal for drawing deteriorated as time flew. By year 8 or 9 I'd probably stopped altogether, now stuck in a limbo where ideas clogged my mind and couldn't be expressed.

That is until I considered writing stories, which I was heasitant about, as I'm not a fan of reading books, and to smaller extent that is true today. However, you don't need to look at paintings to grow in your ability to paint or draw, likewise constant reading isn't required to learn to paint with words, although it is helpful.

From then on I wrote down the best of my ideas, only now starting to flesh them out in stories. I still struggle with commitment from time to time, but with the implementation of a reading/writing schedule I'm blasting through chapters of stories, specifically my current major project: Driftwood.

If you haven't dropped your head in boredom yet I would like to thank you for reading this micro-bio and hope that you enjoy the works I produce.

~Paul