"You can only work your way so far up the ladder until you run out of rungs. Some people's ladders start on higher ground with better supports." “Do you believe everything happens for a reason?” “No, not really. I guess I believe life happens, and it’s up to you to determine how to live it"
Insignia
“When did we stop being the heroes and become the monsters?” “Does anyone really know what they are doing? Don’t give up because you’ve hit some bumps in the road. The road is full of them and it’the only way to get to your destination. So adjust your wheel and keep going.”
Incite
Stirling grits his teeth. “Then why did you? Because—” He lowers his mouth to her ear and growls, “I am no one’s hero.” When you are trained to protect everyone, raised to sacrifice and be the hero, who will be yours?
Infamous
About the Author
How it started
Born and raised in Thousand Oaks, California, I had changed what I wanted to be when I grew up numerous times like any child. Looking back through all my schoolwork and old notebooks, I loved story writing. The evidence was there, but I just ignored it. End of high school, I took that interest, believing I wanted to be a screenwriter. I wrote a full-length movie, but I didn’t enjoy the lack of detail. I love writing detail, really building a mental picture of the world. I dropped out of college before gaining an associate degree and went straight into the workforce. I attempted to write another movie for the fun of it but never finished it. Looking back now, I don’t know why I didn’t just write those as books.
At 21, I had entirely given up on the idea of being a screenwriter but still liked writing as a hobby. I wrote a short story for only me to read, and it wasn’t until I was 25 that it occurred to me to turn it into a full-length novel. Scars of Lumierna is the result.
When I’m not at my full-time job hovering over a computer, or at home sitting on the couch with my computer. I’m out camping, with my computer. With a rooftop tent mounted to my four-wheel drive Toyota, I love taking long drives through the Olympic Mountain’s logging roads, even some roads that my car shouldn’t be going on, and I had to do the sketchy backup and turn around. At the end of the day, my friend Sophi and I would pick a spot, make a fire and work on my book. There is no better place to work than in the middle of the forest with no one around except your best friend, some dogs, and the sound of the crackling fire.