Whenever nine-year-old-me told my teachers that I wanted to be a writer, a blank expression always crossed their faces. Then, they’d bestow this nugget of wisdom: “A writer? But, they’re poor. Are you sure you don’t want to be something else?”

Not all my teachers were like these douches, but it didn’t matter since my wellspring of support existed at home.

I wrote my first fictional piece the week my mom punished me for not taking my writing seriously (I brought home a D in first grade). In seventh grade, I penned my first fantasy novella based on an idea my dad gave me.

This may or may not be the only selfie I own.

I hogged my parents business computers throughout my childhood to pen novels, hiding the spicier ones in notebooks crammed under my bed (until, you know, they were found). My parents eventually weaned me off their computers with a hand-me-down laptop and I took off from there.

I decided to take writing seriously during my first year in college. That’s when I created this beauty: Inky Tavern.

Inky Tavern is my way of showcasing my fiction and cataloging my journey to becoming a professional author. It’s where I connect with those who like reading and/or writing as much as I do. Other minor topics are introduced here or there, but writing is the backbone of this blog.

Still want to know more? The best way to understand my brand of weird is to sample my work:

Other places you can stalk find me…