R. M. C.

Story telling has been handed down to me through blood.
I started telling wild stories when I first got a grip on the English language, and have not been able to turn off the creativity cogs since.

Sleep is nearly impossible due to constant strange dreams that funnel through into my lilting fingers.
I do not write because its fun, fun is an understatement.
I do not write as a job, it is my life.

Story telling is a fix, a drug, something if I were to go for more than a few weeks without indulging in I become numb, achy, and listless.