All my life, I have loved to crawl inside a good story, and stay there. I could go anywhere, anytime, and be anyone. Stories always end, though, and I'd be left wondering, what happened next?  

People have told me over the last twenty years that I have a way with words; I don't know about that. I am, though, pretty sure there is at least a short story knocking around in my brain, and I'd like to get it out, if only to find out if people were only ever just being nice. My writing is for me, but you are welcome to come along, if you like.
  • JoinedApril 24, 2014