A word turned into a sentence. A sentence turned into a stanza. A stanza turned into paragraphs. A paragraph soon turned into pages. And the pages soon became my story. My story seems to be an endless book, but there has to be a conclusion somewhere right.? Why not try to make it my happy ending.?
 I love to keep an open mind, in and outside the world of pencils and paper, but since my life contributes to what I have written, I try not to specialize in one genre... but ehh... can't help it. I am not good with legit, sci-fi. That is probably the only material you will not see posted from me. I love writing tragedies and slightly morbid fantasies, but trust me, I have a talent outside of making things depressing. I do like exploring romance, preferably, LGBT romance, as a reader of it, I also enjoy writing stories of love where not EVERY PAGE IS ANOTHER CLICHE. Providing a unique reading experience for everyone who is willing to look into my stories is not hard for me to do. Writing is probably the only thing I give my 1200% of effort into. This is mine, my world. And I would be more than happy to share it with you.