I grew up in Reading, Pennslyvania, where I was having the time of my life until I ran into some trouble with the law one day.
While incarcerated, I had a dream (a real sleeping dream) of a different world that had a cloudy light-green sky, trees with fur on their branches, and people that were ten feet tall with leopard spots on their tanned skin.
So I began writing (I didn't begin writing because of the dream); short- stories at first, then as the years went by I moved on to more full-length novels, all in the lonely confines of my quiet prison cell.
While incarcerated I earned certificates in Masonry and Electronics, in addition to the many novels that I've written over the years.
Though my background isn't as clean and noble as one who graduated from college, I strongly believe that my work has equal merit in this field.
