Every time I write this thing, it gets longer. Every time. I don’t know what to say, so here’s the watered-down version:
I was born in Pontiac, Michigan, but I grew up in Detroit. I also lived in Holly and Clarkston. I am an only child, so I had to use my imagination to entertain myself while my mother worked her multiple jobs. This caused me to make up stories, and eventually led me to realizing I was meant to be a writer.
I started this blog because I wanted to quit college. No seriously. I was in college, but I told my mom I wanted to quit to be a writer, and she told me to start with a blog.
I write about my life, my inspirations, my goals, my struggles, and I share them publicly. Why? Because I want people to know me. I want people to get to know me, and maybe learn something from someone who might be totally different from themselves. Or, maybe someone will realize they’re not alone, and find comfort in that. I want to make people happy. I want to teach people.
I want to write.
If you want to read an extended version, keep reading. If not, you’re free to go.
I grew up in Waterford, Michigan. Where? It’s a little town about an hour north of Detroit. It’s still my home after all these years.
I spent the first 15 years of my life there, moving from Waterford, to Holly, then Clarkston, then back to Waterford. My parents divorced when I was five or six, and since my mother worked multiple jobs, I was often alone.
Being an only child, I had to entertain myself. I chose to make up stories. I was a doctor, a scientist, a singer, but only in my mind.
My writing journey began when I discovered Zelda. My first game was Ocarina of Time, and my imagination grew. The only other video games I had played at the time were Paper Boy and Sonic so this was a real treat for me.
I then discovered the Nintendo forums, and with that I discovered fan fiction. I had written a couple things here and there, but I never saw writing as something I would spend a lot of time doing. But, I went for it anyway. Would you guess that my fan fic was actually my first finished story?
Fast forward to 2010, when Mom and I moved to Tennessee where I went to college for audio production (if it has to do with sound, I probably know something about it).
I had heard the name NaNoWriMo thrown around quite a bit, so I decided to try it that year. Everything I wrote up to this point was either Zelda related, or poems. I never journeyed out from beyond that. But this year, I decided to try something different.
I sat in class while the teacher talked about Pro Tools or microphones, and I wrote about a girl who meets a guy in a coffee shop, and falls in love. It wasn’t the best story, but it was something. I wrote my 50,000 words, and I was so proud of myself for sticking with it.
I repeated the process in 2011, and in the summer of 2012 my dad invited me up to Michigan to spend some time with him. One night, I had an idea for a story, so I laid in bed and I scribbled down some notes. It was then that I realized that I was a writer. Writing was what I wanted to do at 2am, not mixing songs.
I went back to Tennessee and I told Mom I wanted to quit college and become a writer. Her response was, “Ok, start with a blog.” That blog is what you are reading now.
Since then, I have moved back to Virginia, continued this blog, finished a novel, and self-published two short stories (which are on the Books page).
And that’s me in a…nutshell? A giant nutshell.