I have been writing since I was old enough to put pen to paper and combine words to say what I was thinking. I wrote my first “book” at around the age of five, and I still have it to this day.
Writing for me is a way to express the craziness that goes on in my head. Sometimes the ideas are beautiful or informative. Other times they may be funny or brutally horrific.
Although it’s often frowned upon in the writing community, I refuse to stick with anyone particular genre. Honestly, for me it’s an impossible feat. But I do enjoy the randomness of it all. The ability to be as diverse as I am allows me to venture into multiple aspects of human nature.
I find great pleasure being able to reach out to the various audiences that read my work. From the large and more popular genre readers to the smaller niche folks, my goal is to put something into their hands that will hopefully relieve them, even if for a small moment, of the stresses of everyday life.
In comparison to most writers, I tend to march to the beat of my own drum. That is to say, that although I do take my writing seriously (most of the time) I usually have the habit of not taking myself too seriously.
Here’s the way I feel about it:
If you have read something I have written, and it has brought a smile to your face or took you to some fantastic place, then I have done my job.