I'm just an average guy pursuing his dream. Ever since winning a creative writing award in fifth grade, I've focused on telling stories for a living. For over thirty years I've had small successes writing movie trailers, screenplays, animation, web shorts, and Blu-ray content. In order push my writing into supporting myself, I've walked away from two careers and wiped out two life savings. Most recently I turned down a promotion so I could have more time to write... that little maneuver forced me into short selling a home.

Do I have regrets? No. Life is too short to be doing what I don't want to do. Today I'm focused on supporting my wife and son in LA and negotiating any hours I can to write out my ideas. In addition to the five novels I've completed and am currently publishing, I have outlines for twelve more. I have plenty to keep me busy for the rest of my life.

Am I any good? I think so, and since writing is purely subjective I'll stand by my opinion. If my son grows up and says, "you were delusional, dad." Then maybe I'll have doubts.

My wife is a saint.

Why do I write?

Writing makes me feel focused. When I write, I feel like I'm part of a higher purpose. Writing makes me feel accomplished. It gives me joy. When I write I feel connected to something greater than myself. Writing sooths my soul. Writing makes me feel acutely alive. Writing is the only place where I feel I have control over the universe. Writing is my one and only drug. There is no greater pastime for me.

To my employers:
I'm committed to my job. I have, and always will give a 110%. Outside of the office, I'll be doing some "homework." The two occupations shall never cross paths.

To my wife and son:
I am committed to being the best husband and father I can possibly be. I will always strive to exceed your expectations. Thank you for your patience. Love, hubby/daddy D.