20150312_135320-1It was Tuesday night and all through the house, not a creäture was stirring – not even my muse.

After a long, restless night I decided to put the words down for a few days and read. I was, once again, reminded of the genius of Stephen King. What an inspiration he is. I hope to one day meet him just so I can shake his hand and say “Thank you.”

Speaking of the King – his word usage and storytelling initially sparked the fire and got me writing. I believe it was 1994 when a copy of The Night Shift – excursions into horror, entered my life. I wish I could remember how I obtained it but, I don’t. I spent many nights alone in my bedroom reading those short stories and becoming captivated by them. The art form, the characters, and the words took hold of my imagination. That book started a love affair that has lasted 21 years and counting.

That night, after reading a few stories, I put the book down and began thinking about 1994. I was 15 years old at the time. I had no idea who

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