: About Me

I wrote my first piece when I was six years old, a gory short story called 'Bloody Mary'. I wrote it as a Valentine's gift for my mom, not realizing at the time the holiday's true meaning! As I got older I wrote more and more short stories, with a few poems in between. Each year as a young child I submitted a poem to Highlights magazine for kids, and I often submitted short stories around Christmas time to the local newspaper in my town, though they were never accepted for publication. At the age of 14 I wrote a 30,000 word mystery/suspense manuscript titled 'The Cabin'. The idea for this story came to me while vacationing with my family up at Lake George, NY. At the age of 17 I wrote another mystery/suspense story, 'The Savage Land'. I never attempted to have anything done with either of these for I didn't feel they exemplified my talent as a writer, so I more or less put them on the back burner. Most recently I've completed a horror novella titled 'The People of Old Colony Road'. Aside from the NASCAR manuscript, this is my favorite. I believe the story is quite interesting, and very much appeals to the horror genre of today. Aside from my writing I've worked with a large college textbook publisher, where I handled the editorial aspect of publishing.

My passion is ...

Writing

I know too much about ...

NASCAR

My parents always told me ...

not to trust Nancy Cella

My childhood ambition ...

to walk into a bookstore one day and see my book on the shelf

My favorite memory ...

getting offered representation from my literary agent

Why I write ...

i let it all out!

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Hideaway/Dean Koontz/football(Colts) and NASCAR(Jeff Gordon baby)/my driving cd

My first job ...

busboy

My best moment ...

sparring with Kendall Holt, the WBO junior welterweight chamption of the world

My inspiration ...

My dad. has shown me what it takes to get through hard times

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The Night I Died The weather was seasonably warm for late October, but few have been complaining about the Indian summer. As long as I can remember it was always bitter cold on Halloween, and my mother would always force me to wear a jacket over my costume. I always hated it, for I saw nothing scary about a vampire wearing a thick marshmallow jacket over his cape. At twenty two I wasn't too concerned about trick or treating anymore; this night was about the parties, and the mischief! Unfortunately there wasn't much going on this year, and more people seemed interested in going to the bars ...

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