Where it all began...

Although the prospect of school might have caused stomach pains or headaches to some students, in me, it inspired curiosity and passion for knowledge, which led to a love for independent reading.

I can tell you that I spent several summers and winters happily entertained in my room reading romance, mysteries, and thrillers. Little did I know that by reading as much as I was, I was also improving my writing and critical thinking skills.

I was very young then, but even then I knew that as a writer I wielded great power; I created worlds peopled by characters with different types of complexities and emotional drives, I created stories that followed me into my dreams, and in turn, led to the weaving of other stories that I carefully documented in my old Packard Bell computer, until of course, the day it finally crashed on me.

After investing in several other computers throughout the years, I was able to write additional novels and short stories, as well as poetry and nonfiction. I still find myself typing away at 3:00 a.m. while everyone is fast asleep. So many ideas run rampant in my mind, but writing them all down and giving them form always makes me feel better.

As Ernest Hemingway put it:

I believe that basically you write for two people; yourself to try to make it absolutely perfect; or if not that then wonderful. Then you write for who you love whether she can read or write or not and whether she is alive or dead.