I find it difficult to write about myself, rather letting the words of my work carry what is in my heart. As an attempt at biography, suffice to say I grew up in the country in the state of North Carolina in the United States. The work was hard, the existence isolated, but I was able to listen to the quiet whispers of the deep woods, smell honeysuckle in the summertime and turn my face up at night to more stars than my eyes could hold. Forced introspection gave rise to imagination, for what we do not have we often invent in fantasy and live part of our lives in dreams. In addition, all of the members of my family are strong bibliophiles, which was a gift without measure given early on. I strive to do justice for the magic of the written word.