We will all, someday, experience death, and become obsolete as a dead leaf falling from a tree, crushed by passersby to ashes underlying the earth.

We will all, someday, experience death, and become obsolete as a dead leaf falling from a tree, crushed by passersby to ashes underlying the earth.

When I write I simply follow my heart. And my flights of fantasy. It is not done with a conscious effort. I’m continually inspired and write reflexively.

It is normal for me to wake and find myself writing in the dark… or to be out of my tomb, caught in an unearthly world, alive with the images that haunt me.

Nothing is more dreadful in life than the profound thought that death may only greet you with eternal nothingness.

I’ve always found it easy and natural and, more importantly, necessary to articulate thoughts and feelings, and fierce emotions, through the written word. Fantasy and horror came to me when I was very young.

I am the epitome of a walking contradiction for various reasons, only one of which being that I feel my existence is of heaven and hell.

My writing, like everything I do, comes profoundly from my heart. I believe that if you follow your heart you will be successful in one way or another. Old-fashioned as that might sound, the philosophy is true.

My imagination completely controls me, and forever feeds the fire that burns with dark red light in my heart by bringing me the best dreams. I’ve always had a wild imagination, a big heart and a tortured soul so I feel that dark fantasy, love and horror are in my blood.

I appreciate all of the attention I get in my career. I am a loner and live a rather secluded life so sometimes I do get overwhelmed, but I am always very appreciative of everything, and honored.