When I was small I loved stories. It started with my mother reading to us before we went to bed. Then I got impatient and began reading on my own.

I used to write stories everywhere. Even on old bits of tissue paper. Paper was valuable to me. Buy me a notebook or twenty, I would adore you.

Stories are important to humans, they are what impact minds and nudge them towards thought, creativity and invention. I don’t know anybody who has grown up without a story, or thousands of stories. Everybody has one, and everybody has one to tell.

This is mine.

I started this blog to let my stories and my thoughts loose.