Naturally this was the most difficult part of the Web site to complete: speaking about myself.  

     I began serious writing quite late in life, but have always been a voracious reader, a devourer of anything with print on it. I announce my identity as a true bookworm from the highest mountain, and shout it from the rooftops. I don't have a television in my apartment, barely listen to the radio, and most likely qualify as having been born in the wrong century.

     It was during a period when I took care of a very sick relative at home that I started devoting a lot of time to writing bits of poetry and prose, mostly for therapeutic reasons, and unknowingly as a catharsis. Writing and editing, in particular, gave me the necessary spiritual release in times of great trouble and change. It was just so easy to knock out a self-published book that I really couldn't pass up the chance to try it.

     I learned very early that manuscripts often sprout little legs and start to wander into places we never intended them to go. What started as a fairly innocuous collection of poetry and prose turned into a revelation of childhood frustration as well as adult realization, in addition to being a retrospective about growing up gay in the United States.

     I spent hours upon hours with my writings. I grew to love them, blame them for keeping me up late nights, scold them when they didn't do exactly what I wanted or planned: in short, they became an integral part of my entire being. I never realized how painful it would be when I finally had to release them for print. I went through a period of mourning which seems so ridiculous now, but was very real at the time it occurred.

     My fondest wish is to encourage ALL WRITERS everywhere to "get cracking!" There's a book inside all of us just waiting to jump out and be heard. The art of storytelling is not a bunch of smoldering embers, but is burning bright within each and every one of us!