I'm a father. I'm a husband. I'm a writer."

 

 

That's who I am. I am an open book. My story is one you've read a thousand times. Though I keep my secrets in between the lines.

Let's start typical. Cliche. I was born in Southeast Connecticut in the city of Norwich: The Rose of New England. A place I am proud to call home, for the simple reason of: I beat the city; the city did not beat me. I grew up in subsidized housing, but it was a home. My home. My folks tried to do their best by their children and in the end, that's all that truly matters.

 

 

I discovered creative writing at a young age. It blew my mind that no matter what my quirky mind could ever cook up... it was never wrong. Twisted. Grammatically flawed. But, never wrong. I could escape my reality for a fictitious wasteland or a land full of gummie bears and werewolves. It never mattered. Still doesn't. That is the beauty of writing. I dare you to challenge me. (Please don't!)

 

 

My writing, as hopefully you will learn for yourself is my life's journey. A journey I started at just 13 years of age. Professional Murder was my 2nd completely finished piece of literature and my first published novel. As with all of my writing, it's a road taken through depression, ill-attempts at success, and plenty of teenage angst!

 

 

I sincerely hope that you are here right now because you either stumbled across my work, or it was referred. Either way, the water is warm, my friend. Just dip your toes in and allow me to welcome you in to my home; my writing; my worlds!

 

 

I pray for your failed attempts at leaving.

 

 

-R.J.