I like to dream up tales and put them on paper. Except for letters to the editor and a short story I did for my high school paper, I write for me. I left my fishing hamlet and became a soldier instead of a writer. My stories began to yield space to languages, secrets, war, and balancing inner light and dark. I'm out of the Army and my tales are still there, albeit less naive. I still write for myself , but as I learn the craft of writing, I don't mind sharing from time to time.