I can't remember a time when I didn't read everything I could get my hands on. Some of my earliest memories are of sneaking into my uncle's room to steal his Tolkien books, reading them in hiding and returning them before he noticed. And if I snuck the gum out of his baseball cards, he didn't seem to notice that either. Probably because it was as hard as a rock.
I'd messed around with a few plots, characters, but it wasn't until a life-threatening medical condition that I realized dreams should be pursued. So, long story short, I sat down to write a story. That one has n more...
