Everyone has their book. The first book. It may not actually be the first book you remember reading. That’s not the one I’m talking about. The first book you read that made you want more, to start back on page one, to dive back into that world. The one that made you realize I love reading. For me, it started with The Book of Three, by Lloyd Alexander. The Prydain Chronicles pulled me in as no other book had. The world, the characters, they had me entranced. That was the first series I read all the way through. I read the covers off of those books.

Since then, I’ve read hundreds of books. Some of them I loved. Some of them I hated. All of them are a small part of me, of how I look at the world. I realized at a young age that I wanted to be an author. I remember the first stories I ever put to paper. They were awful. I remember blowing up the font to 30 and being so excited I had written 30 pages. I kept reading, kept writing and as I gained more experience, both in the craft and life in general, I felt something inside me growing. Confidence. Pride.

Somewhere along the way I lost that. Whether it was work or just my erratic nature, I let these things slip away from me. The only person that can change who I am… is me. So this is me, getting out of my own way, doubling down on myself. No more waiting. No more excuses.

I hope you enjoy my work. Happy reading!