I can’t fight it. It’s in my blood.

I need the feel of a pen in my hand and to hear the scratch of it upon paper. The rhythmic clack of the keyboard isn’t bad either.


Poetry for me is much like journaling is for others. It’s an outlet for me to understand myself and the world around me. Want a glimpse of what goes on in my head or what’s going on in my life? Read my poetry.


I love to read all forms of fantasy so it shouldn’t be any surprise that I like to write fantasy too. I’m currently working on the following novel:

Fantasy, High
Runaway wielder Maccus Gymir thought he had escaped his previous life until a chance encounter with an old friend convinced him otherwise. The magical order he once served is actively looking for him, and his twisted ex-apprentice is hell bent on stealing artifacts to raise a magical dragon that could destroy the world. Despite his personal vow to never wield magic again, Maccus is forced to confront his past but can he stop his ex-apprentice before it’s too late?

Curious about my progress? Read my updates.