I have been a chronic dreamer all my life.  At the age of seven I thought the book report my teacher assigned was an opportunity to compose a fictional novel.  When my mother told me what it really involved I was supremely disappointed.  After suffering through the arduous task of completing the report I began writing my own stories and haven't stopped.

Another weird quirk I've always suffered from is blank-notebookitis.  I love buying new notebooks.  They hold endless possibilities for pencils and imagination.

I am a self-proclaimed escape artist. Although I have many fond memories of my childhood I spent a large part of it daydreaming. This provided me an escape from the harsh realities I couldn't deal with.  These daydreams led to fantasy storywriting where I was in control of the world and all its characters.