I have a clear memory in my head. I had not yet started school so I must've been four or five. I was standing in our front yard wishing I knew how to put the words in my head on paper.
I wrote poems as a child. They were silly because I was a kid. As a teen, I wrote dark poems, because I was awkward and sad. In my twenties I wrote broken-heart love poems, because I was so often broken hearted.
Somewhere along the way I stopped writing and suppressed the words in my head. I went to community college and earned a degree in electronics. Later, I took a job as a technician in an industrial plant. There I taught myself computer programming and am now a programmer for a systems integration firm (we automate machines).
Even during those times when I wasn't writing, I knew my life would not be complete until I wrote a novel. I've been pouring myself into it for about fifteen years now, writing and deleting, and writing again.
I couldn't stop writing now if I wanted to (and sometimes I want to stop). It's as much a part of who I am as the color of my eyes, or the reflection I cast in the mirror.
There have always been voices inside my head. Finishing The Night Train, my debut novel, has given me the confidence that I can finally do those voices justice. I will try my best to do just that.