Every person's life tells a story.

This is mine.

For as long as I can remember, I have always told stories. I turned simple spelling assignments into the further-further adventures of Sherlock Holmes and spent most of my free time as a kid penning such literary masterpieces as "Dracula 2," "The Wolfman 2," and—my personal favorite—"The First Friday the 13th on Halloween." The latter was made into a blood-soaked sixteen minute 8MM short film, complete with titles that caught fire and a beheading.

My earliest influences were the Universal Monsters, Bram Stoker, Mary Shelley, John Carpenter, and Stephen King. 

I always had a "thing" for horror. When done right, there is nothing like the roller coaster ride of a good horror yarn.

The first time I consciously remember thinking that I wanted to be a writer when I grew up was when I spied a massive copy of Stephen Kings "The Stand" in my grandparents' bookcase. I saw the picture of a young Stephen King and thought, "That's what I want to do. I want to be an author."

My formative years were spent developing my craft and style on such pieces as "The Clock" and "The Wind." And though thankfully very few copies survive, I was quite the pimply-faced poet.

Following a decade-long diversion into the merry world of musical theatre—thank you "Phantom" and Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber—I returned to writing.

Armed with a fresh copy of Movie Magic Screenwriter, I once again set out to tell stories. And some of them turned out pretty good.

My work has won and or placed in the top spots of nearly every major screenplay competition in the world. I'm still working on the Nicholl Fellowship, and it's only a matter of time.

And while I love the movies, my first love is really books. There is nothing like holding a book in your hands for the first time, cracking it open and digging in one word at a time. Although e-books make owning a massive library more convenient, I still prefer good old fashioned physical paper books and I always will. If you're a bibliophile, then you know there is absolutely nothing like the smell of a book. 

Returning to my first childhood ambition, I find myself again taking pen to the page and doing the only thing I know how to do—tell stories.