What is your earliest memory of writing? I remember making little books for my mother when I was really young. I would draw pictures and then write a story about them. I was always making up some kind of story back then.
How does it feel being published? It feels amazing. I love the fact that people are out there losing themselves in a world that I’ve created.
When did you decide to be a writer? I don’t know if I ever really decided to be a writer, it just sort of happened. I was always writing. I always had a notebook and pen with me everywhere I went. Writing was not only something I felt I had to do, but something I loved doing. I figured I might as well try to make a career out of it.
Do you get writer's block? How do you combat it? I do tend to get writer’s block from time to time. I usually always have several projects going at one time. If I get stuck, I switch and start working on something else. Sometime’s changing my scenery or even changing the pen I’m writing with can help, too. If that doesn’t work and I still feel like I can’t write, I tend to relax with a good book. The words start flowing again after time spent lost in another world.
Where do you write? Do you write longhand, typewriter or computer? I write anywhere I can. Seriously, I always have my notebooks with me. I write everything in longhand, so it’s easier to find a few moments here and there to work. I just pull out my notebook and go.
Tell us about your Latest Book. I’m working on several novels right now. I’m really excited about my upcoming horror novel called Flamingos. It’s about a guy who finds out the hard way that they boogey man is very real. I’m also working on the sequel to Weaver of Darkness. It’s called Angel of Darkness.
What advice do you have for aspiring writers? The best advice I can give is just to write and keep on writing. Too many people sit around and say they’re going to write a book, yet they never do. You just need to write, no matter what, everyday.
I’m an author who enjoys all things paranormal. I currently live between the ocean and the redwoods in Northern California, with my dog, Buffy.
The idea for Weaver Of Darkness has been with me since I was very young. Day after day, it haunted my mind until I realized I had to write it down and share it with the world or I would literally go insane from ignoring it. Once I put pen to paper, the story just weaved itself, as if I was only unearthing it for the first time in years. Weaver Of Darkness has always had a mind of its own.
Excerpt from Weaver of Darkness:
The cloaked figure emerged out of the trees and stared into the silver goblet in his hands. The liquid inside sparkled like quicksilver in the moon light. He’d seen all he needed to tonight. The time of transformation was at hand. Soon What Was and What Is would once again merge and usher in the time of conflict.
Murmuring over the cup, he poured the liquid upon the ground. The silver stream arched and weaved as it made its way back into the earth, back into the knowledge it was brought forth from. Everything was about to change. The knowledge showed that. This was the eve of the new world. Soon it would arise like the phoenix out of the flames, and what was started, would soon be finished. He pulled the hood from the cloak up and tucked the cup in the overlapping material flowing at his waist. Slipping back into the woods, he pondered his next move. The events were already set in motion. Soon it would be time. Now, She just had to remember.