My Story

I never dreamed I’d share my story like the pages of an open book, but when the world waged war upon my flesh, I found a sword inside my pen. It started as a way of poking fun—fun at the person I’d become. You know, the one with chalk‑white gloves and high‑necked ruff, who dresses like a circus clown.

But underneath the painted smile there lay a dark and somber cloud. For soon this war upon my flesh had spread to every breath I take—from the clothes I wear, to the food I eat, to the things I reach for on a shelf. And with this war, my world kept closing in—with Isolation and Defeat.

It's then my pen brought forth a distant world and built this place I call my home. And from this place of quiet strength, I learned to take back what was lost.

But as my pen swept deeper strokes, it found the Grief I hid within. It’s then through dreams and made-up tales, I cast my pain upon the stage and found the words to mend a heart. And with each scene, I watched a book unfold and find its home upon a shelf.

To glimpse the scenes that shaped my book, begin with Flesh Flares.