Growing up with three brothers and three sisters, I was the storyteller of the family... what my mother called 'The Liar.'

I was all set to blow some crap up.

Often life asks much of you, and you either honor life by answering with all your heart, or you cower your way into your grave.

I don't actually have a one wellspring of inspiration. Though I'm most often inspired while reading - both fiction and nonfiction.

Festina lente. Make haste slowly.

I'm pretty disciplined to keep the momentum of a story going by writing everyday, even if it's only a couple paragraphs or a page or two.

Throughout history, knowledge rises and falls, ebbs and flows. What once was known is forgotten again, lost in time, sometimes for centuries, only to be rediscovered ages later.