I didn't pick up my first book until I was nineteen years old, and having now reached the ripe old age of thirty eight, I think that I've made up for all those lost years by reading every single horror novel I could get my hands on. From Stephen King's IT to The Doll Who Ate His Mother, by Ramsey Campbell.
I've devoured them all. I can't get enough. Names of those authors became part of my everyday conversation, Edward Lee, Jack Ketchum, Graham Masterton, Richard Laymon, Robert McCammon, Bentley Little and Lisa Tuttle. It got to a point where I thought that I knew these people personally, and they all left a horrific taste in my mouth.
So a year ago I decided to try my hand at writing. What happened was that now I have a number of self published short stories and an 85,000 word manuscript which I'm currently editing along with a head full of many more stories screaming to get out.
I've never been one to take things too seriously but I will defend horror to my dying breath. I love reading horror almost as much as writing and hope through constant learning and feedback I can make the genre proud.