I grew up where most dream of vacationing—and even I look back to my youth in awe. In the day, I took for granted the vast expanse of cultural and ethnic diversity about me. I was raised in a village in Papua New Guinea before relocating to the United States when I turned fourteen. I was born in Osage Beach, Missouri, and now seek to plant myself in the beautiful city of Clinton, Mississippi. It was upon relocating to the States that I officially began my journey as a writer. I always bore a vivid imagination—it and I go way back—but my career as a writer began in the hours between school days. I had accumulated fourteen years of backstory for me to begin crafting the hallways through which my tales were to be seen. Such is the case now: a single hallway to which many doors lead, all of which pertain to their own significant stories. It is those that I wish to unveil and to those that I write—for we all play a part in a central story after all, yet all of us bear just as significant lives as what others would consider to be the main characters. I say that we all are primary, we all are personal, and we all are influential of the main plot.
Imagination defies limits—so why define it? That is my writer’s motto, especially when it comes to the depths a writer swims through as he or she explores bottomless oceans of thought. We are creators just as much as explorers, and as long as my mind soars above the clouds of foreseeable events, I strive to write that which defies them. I write for intrigue, for depth, for symbolic meaning and as a two-edged sword. I am a knight of present time—slicing my way through life with a different perception of meaning and possibility.
And of those differences, I write.