It's fundamental

The love for words and the places that the combination of verbs, nouns and adjective alike, is the reason I breathe today.

One of my earliest experiences with words, especially those pesky adjectives, is reading "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" to my grandmother who was a first grade teacher. I had the most difficult time pronouncing the word “beautiful” and time after time it came out at “bootiful”. I think she thought I was playing around since my cousin was giggling so she would hit me with a wooden ruler and tell me to read it again. It took all I had in me to get that first line right but once I got past that bump in the road I've been on cruise control ever since. Its amazing all the different types of fairies there are in the world and each tale was a watercolor painting nailed to the walls of my mind. Opening a book was like rolling out a magical carpet to a world bigger than one I could even wrap my mind around.

As I maneuvered through life on Aladdin’s magic carpet, I one day found myself laying on a thin futon looking at a shoji door. I could almost see something on the other side yet I wasn't sure if it was my imagination. The tatami mat floor cooled my overheated mind as I dropped another finished book on the literary cluttered floor. I read like crazy yet I found myself running in slippered circles instead of standing up and opening that shoji door. In the midst of the cherry blossoms, sumo wrestlers, ikebana and the simplicity of a summer yukata, I found my passion. With just a small bit of exertion, the door glided open and I found myself scribing stories of life as an foreigner in Japan among my other adventures.

I get this feeling of a spice tossed in the air of zen when I write. I know that I'm skilled and not even at my best yet I feel that I'm "damn good" so far. Books, words and the escape into a dream has existed in my soul for the longest time. I would love to give you a guided tour of how the flair of my pen can be used to create and edit classics. As I mentioned earlier, the love of words and the places they take us is the reason I breathe.