About me

Born under suspicious circumstances and raised in the shadow of an economic recession, the Writer first took up the pen after a brief but passionate affair with a notebook and the superhero genre. (We’ll never let them live that one down).  Rumors persist that they once lived inside a library, though others claim they were thrown out of the library. Both are technically correct.

Their inspirations include:

An old receipt found in a coat pocket, totaling three-hundred dollars spent at their favorite bar.

Never ending fever dreams.

The bottom of a bourbon bottle.

A desperate need to get these characters our of their head.

They have won no awards, been invited to no galas, and would likely forget to RSVP even if they had. May every creative writing group be spared their psychotic ramblings. Their handwriting is terrible, their alcohol intake is alarming, and their allegiance to the semicolon remains under investigation.

Who cares who I am? Enjoy the story!