No one but God. He gives me the breath. I know... a bit cliche right?

I grew up in California, constantly moving around and living in almost every city in the Bay Area. Of course this is reflected in my writing, as much of it takes place in my old stomping grounds. Many of the locations, though possibly given different names, are actual places from my history.

Hmm... Ill say a girl I met named Nita Colbert. I had this wild stack of papers sitting around unfinished for years that somewat resembled a complete novel. The idea of actually finishing it and getting published seemed so distant that I had just given up on it. She was just a lil local country girl I met in Oklahoma, real cute, the last person I'd guess to be an author. Then she presented me with a book, that she wrote, and had self-published. It was a decent read but I was more amazed by just the actual physical copy of the book... that I could hold in my hands. I thought if she could do it, I could do it too. Suddenly, a book that had been sitting around incomplete for years, I finished within a month. I was determined just to have that copy... if only just one... that I could hold in my hands.

Probably from the moment I could spell. I actually remember not being able to read at one point. I was pretty old at the time, maybe 6, a point where other kids my age had been reading for a while. Before that time I had not been in school for a long time when I should have, I completely missed kindergarten, so I was far behind. I remember the entire concept of letters spelling words to be a new concept to me. But honestly, and this is sad, the biggest push probably came from cybersex. Yup, cybersex. As a teenager, when I first discovered chat rooms, I spent A LOT of time chatting on-line, creating visuals with words. I had a feeling I had something special to offer because no one seemed to write with the amount of detail that I did, It was like... a girl would type "mmm baby" and I would reply with 10 paragraphs of text.

I can remember many but cant remember which would be first. I do remember the first book I ever had "published" though (by published I just mean laminated lol). 6th grade, we had to make an ABC book to read to the kindergarteners at our school. I must have spent more effort on that book than anything that entire year, or elementary school period. It came out awesome, by far the best in the class. My mother still has it. Its honestly probably worthy of real publication... hmmmm.

No I can't. I can remember the first novel (if you can call it that), I ever read... on my own... meaning not because I had to because of school. Wayside School is Falling Down. It gave me my own interest in reading, before then it always felt like a chore I had to do just for school.

This is gonna sound weird but my favorite author has to be Shel Silverstein. It's a nostalgic thing I guess. As a kid I had a copy of Where the Sidewalk Ends. I read the poems in that book sooooooo many times I had half of them memorized. I love books that I pick up I cant put down until I finish the entire thing. James Patterson is the man for that. And probably Terry Mcmillan. When I was a kid I got my hands on a copy of Waiting to Exhale from my mom's bookshelf, this was before the movie ever came out. It's probably what led me to the idea of writing a book like the one I wrote. It had me using writing as a way to get out all those sexually charged feelings little boys have at the age I was and pretty much conditioned me for this. That and an obscure book called My Teenage Students, which I used to masturbate to constantly and will probably never ever see again.

Im just gonna name off a bunch of kids books that I read as a child, because those were they most joy to read. So as to not condemn myself too much, as I'm sure I've already done with all my other answers, I'm just not gonna say.

LOL... oh boy... I don't want to open that box. Ill just say there's a few people out there that might recognize themselves.

Hmm, painting a picture that others can see. Being able to express myself. Being able to cement emotions, thoughts, or experiences to paper, making it sort of... real... concrete... long lasting. It's like reliving a memory and making sure it never dies.

Something far more epic than what I just wrote. It will have to span many books. It'll be a series, that way I can take it on one story at a time and don't burden myself with the idea of all or none, like I did last time. Its historical, its sexy, it's crazy, it's bizarre, it's gonna be a trip man.

Videogames... videogames... and more videogames. I'm an 80s baby... it's all about the videogames. Sexy answer right?

Once I get some, I'll let you know. lol

Describe my desk? What a strange question. Clean. Organized. Adorned with scented candles and statues of women... currently holding a bowl that once had cereal in it, which I must dispose of at this moment.