As long as I can remember, I've always been an avid devourer of stories. Even before starting school, I eagerly listened to my great grandmother tell me stories of her own life and childhood. Growing older, the passion for experiencing new tales only increased. At 14 came Stephen King, with his spooky stories, but since I've delved into the depths of literature through the works of Hemingway, Faulkner, Ferber, Joyce, McMurtry, McCarthy, O'Connor, Russo, Steinbeck, Williams, and so many more.
Most of what happens around me gets filed away in my mind. From the behavior and actions of others to architectural details and the changes accompanying the march of time, all settling in and fermenting into quips, trivia and tales. While the impetus for my observations is my innate curiosity, it provides me a wealth of tidbits to inform and drive my writing, from developing the habits and idiosyncrasies of characters to painting a picture of a community in the finest detail.
The curious child, obsessive observer and talented wordsmith merge into the author. But it has not been, and is still not a straight line, as in addition to writing fiction, I've built out a paying career as a journalist, communications professional and political operative. But despite those successes, it is the writing I do for myself that gives me the most personal achievement.