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There was a time when silence felt louder than words. The noise of the world, the expectations, the chaos, all of it left me searching for something I couldn’t name. I didn’t find it in the Marines, and I didn’t find it in the bright lights of Los Angeles. I found it in the quiet, in the solitude of Oregon, in writing. Writing began as a simple escape, a place where I could put all the voices in my head into stories. Over time, it became more than therapy; it became identity.

Fiction gives us the freedom to ask impossible questions. What if we could erase pain? What if memory is something that can be bought and sold? What if the mind can be hacked? These are some of the questions that inspire me and are, in fact, the genesis of my work. Speculative fiction isn't a matter of forecasting the future, it's viewing the present through a distorted lens. By distorting the rules of storytelling, I can play with real-life issues, addiction, isolation, and

They ask me every time, "Why do you write horror stories?" It's not for fear, nor is it because I love horror, it's because of reality. Darkness reveals what light hides. My novels aren't about things hiding under the bed; they're about things hiding within us all. I’ve always believed that the most haunting tales are born from reality, addiction, loss, guilt, and redemption. The Gothic elements in my fiction aren’t just stylistic choices; they’re emotional landscapes. They a