When I was eight years old, I wanted to write my first novel about a chiseled merman who fought off monsters and saved the day with his merbrethren. Despite being the obvious epic-thriller it was destined to be, I never finished the story. I don’t know what happened to it, why it packaged itself in little bubbles and fizzled out of me, why devotion to writing itself subsequently evaporated from me. I never finished that story, and didn’t entertain the idea of becoming a writer from eight years old onward. I just didn’t think it was for me.

I suppose in my absence from writing, words condensed in some hidden cloud in my mind. Stewing. Thundering every once in a while. It wasn’t until my freshman year of college –nearly ten years later– that the first rain poured down. I wrote a play called From Burning, which compared human relationships to how a forest grows, how both experience gradual increases in complexity. Just like how a forest forgets it was once a bare field, so too do two lovers forget they were once strangers. With that play everything grew green again, and I have never stopped writing since.

I now study English and Ecology to educate myself on my two passions: writing and nature. I use the phrase “narrative ecologist” to symbolize the synthesis of those degrees. Writing, I believe, operates on the same scale as an ecosystem, ranging from the small individual (words and organisms) to prodigious, breathing landscapes (biospheres and complex works of literature). I want to study everything and anything in between, continuing to synthesize environmental themes into my creative writing so that I may one day help bridge the expansive gap between the two.

If you’re interested in my work, please visit my works page for a taste of my fiction writing, my blog for the pseudo-insightful things I think up, and my resume for a list of my other accomplishments. I’m a freelance writer in order to support myself and all my literary endeavors, so if you’re interested in commissioning me please let me know!