I started writing fiction when I was 15, and like most aspiring writers, my work was terrible, immature, cliched drivel. But I kept at it, even went to college for my creative writing degree before I understood how useless such degrees tend to be for real world applications. I also got used to the typical reject letters. Eventually, I needed annoying things like food, clothing and rent, so I got a real job and ended up finishing my degree in paramedicine.

Since then, I've gained 19+ years of experience as a paramedic, and that's after joining the army which paid for my degree. Of course, becoming a medic and honing the skills takes a lot of energy, so my writing got derailed for many years but never forgotten.

Then a wonderful thing happened. I woke up one morning with the fire to write fiction again. Sure, I'd written plenty of medical reports. I'd been published online by writing medical articles and was paid to write for a crafts blog, but I hadn't felt the particular desire to write fiction in nearly a decade.

I was back.

I haven't stopped writing fiction since Oct 2010, and I don't plan on stopping. In the last two years, I've written over a million words and counting. As of Oct 2012, I've got a half a dozen stories in progress and can barely keep up with my muse. Everything from science fiction, fantasy, fiction, psychological thrillers, historical fiction/action, horror, mystery and romance. If you enjoy my writing, then you can expect the unexpected.

Here's to second chances.