I’ve always loved to write. To me, it’s one of the most powerful ways to express emotion—honest, quiet, and deeply human. I’ve kept a journal since I was eight years old, and as I grew, even practicing my handwriting helped me see the beauty in every part of writing.​

When I was thirteen, I tried to write a short novel about two superheroes. One of them was called The Rider. Over the years, he kept showing up—in my doodles, in the margins of my notebooks, and in the quiet corners of my imagination. Slowly, piece by piece, the story grew with me. At twenty-four, I finished my first novel, The Rider: Blood for Blood, and finally shared this character with the world.

Writing has always been one of my favorite pastimes. I don’t write for namesake, nor for greed—I write simply for the beauty of the words. And if somewhere along the way, those words helped someone feel less alone, then I’ve done what I came here to do.