I grew up in Los Angeles, California during those heady days when kids could still trick-or-treat outside instead of walking around from store to store inside the sterile safety of shopping malls. My friends and I could run and play without any thought of being shot or kidnapped leaving riderless skateboards spinning their lonely wheels.
Though I grew up in a safe environment, the nightmares found me every night. Pulling the covers over my head, I welcomed them. I enjoyed reading stories of monsters and ghosts lurking in the shadows. I loved the terror and suspense of good scary movies. Constantly daydreaming that something horrible awaited me around every street corner of my beautifully manicured suburban neighborhood.
When I wasn't reading I played music. It took over my life. It provided me with the keys to an education and the ability to see the world. Music was how I met my future wife while playing a gig at a dingy Irish pub near the ocean in Santa Monica.
Even then, the nightmares flowed through me. I scribbled down a poem here, wrote a song there. There were ideas for stories running through my head at all times of the day or night. Eventually my wife suggested I take writing fiction more seriously, since it featured so prominently as a creative outlet for me.
My first novel "the Key to everything" is being released by, Booktrope Publishing in June of 2012. In the midst of building momentum and promotions for that, I continue to write about my dreams and those mysterious sounds coming from just behind my shoulder.