I am an Author of Written Expression... Without air and water, one could not survive. I would die without my paper and pen. At night when its quiet I search for my tools of trade. Line upon line a story is created. My soul is awakened. Flowing from my lips the words of my mind, I write to the sounds rain. The hum of the fan calms me still. Unable to keep up with the thoughts that plague my mind, my hand grows tired. Still, I fight to finish each thought. Its as if I am hanging on to my last breath, trying to write out my will and testament. My hands burn and swell. My eyes fill with tears. The pain is overwhelming. As my journal fills my pens black ink fades to gray. The pages wrinkle. The bind is worn. It has become a work of art. A life’s work filled with experience. In between the pages of this journal are story’s of love, joy, and sorrow. Morals and inspiration, an autobiographical map. This is my heart and soul. Writing is my muse, a tool I use, to diffuse the torturous trials of this life.

By day I am a medical student. Currently I hold cerifications in Medical Administration, Pharmacy and Nursing. I am a graduate of the arts and thought processes of the mind. At night I am an author of six books. Two are published works, One in process, and 3 in que.