"There comes a time when you realize that everything is a dream, and only those things preserved in writing have any possibility of being real." -James Salter

Writing is as second nature to me as breathing is. I love words, I love they way they can just instantly convey a feeling, emotion, place, a time. I have a lot of words bouncing around in my head at any given moment. Sometimes they cooperate and form a sentence and, even rarer, they form a story. 

I have an undiagnosed (but fairly diagnosed) attention disorder so it is incredibly hard to commit to finishing something. I have a long list of drafts in my arsenal and seemingly "not enough time" to hash them all out. I only mention this because I can't promise that I'll finish a story in a timely manner or release chapters in the same way. Unfortunately, they will be released when the words sound good enough to share. 

I hope you enjoy the products of my imagination and if you don't...

well, thanks for giving them a chance anyway.