From blank page to inspired writer.
With shaking hands I held my #2 pencil in third grade with nuns breathing down my neck ordering me to write something…anything. Fast-forward to the last fifteen years working as a mall cop, I finally became an inspired writer.
So many incidents including the good, the bad, and the ugly formed the bases of my first novel entitled, Mall Child.
The draft is completed, the editing is under way, and I’m on the hunt for feedback guidance and constructive criticism.