I was born in Yakima, Washington, in 1988. I grew up with a love for basketball, but when my brother, Jason, brought home Warcraft II I soon developed a penchant for epic fantasy story lines. Ever since I’ve played video games and read books, engrossed in all that is fantasy and sci-fi. In sixth grade, Starcraft and Brood War consumed all my attention that could be spared from school (so almost all), and Stargate became my show to watch. I love any medium that tells a good story, but recently, with Netflix, TV shows, such as Battlestar Galatica, the new one; V, the new one; Monk; The IT Crowd; Party Down; Lost; Doctor Who, the new one; Dexter; and the list goes on ... have budged their way in time wise. I used to run a lot, but my legs haven’t seen a trail in months, and they are begging me to get out of this chair, so that they can have an adventure of their own.
Books that have greatly influenced my life: The Abhorsen trilogy and Shade’s Children, by Garth Nix; the Harry Potter series; Jurassic Park and The Lost World; Covenants, by Lorna Freeman; The Golden Queen, by Dave Wolverton; the Ender’s Game saga; The War of the Worlds; Dragonlance: Chronicles; The Black Company, by Glen Cook; A Game of Thrones; and almost all of the Starcraft/Warcraft books. Books outside of SF/F: Night, by Elie Wiesel; The Voyeur; Sentimental Education; The Fall; The Road to Wigan Pier; The Elementary Particles; The Erasmus Reader; The Selected Poems of T’ao Ch’ien; No-No Boy; China Men; The Invention of Air; The Epic of Gilgamesh; The Fate of Africa; Dead Reckoning; The Spanish Inquisition 1478-1614; Don Quixote; The Inferno; A Handmaid’s Tale; No Country for Old Men; A Few Good Men; and Manimekhalai. There are many more, but I don’t want to be typing this list for hours.
I started writing The Cry of Havoc my Junior year of high school, mainly gibberish that I later turned into my Senior project the next year. But it was far from done. My Freshman year of college I stopped writing, as Stargate Atlantis and papers for school took over, and I didn’t make an effort to just sit down and type. It wasn’t until my Sophomore year summer that I really took on the challenge of completing the beast. Unfortunately, my fingers had no idea how many hours still awaited them, and my sore butt could have used a heads up. Throughout my Junior and Senior years, I continued to evolve the story, and of course, my writing. So after six years my dream is alive, the pages are filled, and the plot goes on, as I look forward to writing book two.