I was born in central Ohio, and have lived there my entire life, growing up in an environment completely devoid of inspiration or imagination. I was rescued from the public school system by my mother, who made the decision to educate me at home. For this, I could hardly be more grateful.
When I was six or seven my best friend told me he wanted to be a firefighter when he grew up. This prompted me to think in my own future, and I settled on being a writer, because by that age, I could already read very well and had developed a hunger for learning words. This dream somewhat died away, only returning every few years long enough for me to make a meandering attempt at crafting a novel.
When college hit though, I realized that there was nothing I wanted to do more than write. It was my joy. So, my life becomes more about writing every day, and I couldn’t be happier.
Who am I? Nobody yet, but I’ll be a writer someday.
Oh, here’s a picture.