I blame my mom.
When I was a toddler, she used to read the Chronicles of Narnia out loud while my dad painted the wall of our new house in the background. She played pretend with my brother and me while she weeded the garden. She watched all those documentaries and dramas on the English Kings and Queens while I curled up half asleep on couch. It really shouldn’t surprise anyone I grew up loving, fiction, fantasy, history, and storytelling.
As I’ve gotten older, I worked on taking those loves to the next level. I attended writing workshops, earned a bachelor’s degree in both Medieval Studies and English (both very lucrative), and became obsessed with the different forms stories take in books, games, video, audio, etc. As much as these experiences took me away to new worlds and places, I always come back to where it began, to home, family and friends.
When not writing fiction, I use my skills to try and help others. Technical writing allows me to aid others in understand the world around them and learn something new. The stories of the real world can be just as engaging as fantasy in the right context.
Even when my mind drifts to magic and mayhem, my parents taught magic lives within the mundane. Friends and family may seem the most common thing on earth, but human relations are at the heart of every story. That’s why I live to love and understand the people around me. When I write, I’m not trying not to escape reality but instead explain and explore the everyday world in new ways. Tweak and shake up the familiar and you can find excitement in everything!
I’m working hard to share my stories and writing with others, so that maybe I can pass along the happiness that my mother and other storytellers gave to me.