One day I had a brain hemorage. Well - I have them every day. Some people call them stories. To me - I never really thought anything about them. Mainly they were just annoying interuptions dragging me far away from what I am supposed to be doing. That was when the day came - I decided to write them down. So now every waking hour - I'm not supposed to be working; I sheeme and I plot. I write and edit. And I enjoy myself - more than anything. I make my stories come alive on paper. Then maybe another day will arrive, when people actually get to read my stories.
Interests: Writing, writing and writing. Sometimes I do other things - mainly because I have too.