June 2013 I had a heart attack.

Since my recovery I have multiplied my efforts to make my living as a writer by 100 fold (at least). It is vitally important to me to achieve this goal before it is too late. Because one never knows when it will be too late.

In my effort to reach my goal, I am walking from Georgia to Washington DC this upcoming Spring/Summer. As crazy as this sounds, it does have something to do with writing. I am working on a new novel in which my characters must do the same. I wish to experience what they will experience to make the book and the characters as authentic as possible.

But I'm also celebrating my survival. My life. I feel it is something worth celebrating.

I currently work a full time job but I write as long as I can stay awake. I am also servant to two cats who refuse to get jobs.