Writers are readers at heart.
That’s where it comes from, the origin story: that magic that happened when an adult cracked open a book, and out sprang a story as colorful and as captivating as life itself. More so, even. From there it was a short path to reading them on my own, swept up in the pleasure of falling into their unique worlds.
Those electric moments: the inky darkness of Moria closing in over the Company when the watcher in the water slams the doors shut behind them; sneaking up the dusty stairs in the Marsten House as sunset nears; Spenser (with an S, like the poet) waxing on about needing more coffee as his repartee confuses a criminal.
Clearly, I grew up in a house full of books.
My love of books and stories led me to get a degree in English. From there, I followed a winding career path steeped in craft and creativity.
Through it all, books, stories, and writing have filled my free time. For years, I wrote before dawn so I could make it to the day job. Now the writing gets the mornings, and the day job is gone. History, fantasy, and horror all tug at my imagination, and I go where they lead me.
I’m not looking to be a global book-star. I’m just hooked on the craft. And I hope my books can, in their own small way, give readers some of those electric moments that made reading a lifelong passion for me.
I still live in a house full of books, of course.
Because writers are readers at heart.
