DIVE INTO
WHIMSICAL TALES

From a young age, I was both blessed and cursed with endless curiosity, daydreams, and emotions—none of them subtle. Sometimes the only way I could make sense of it all was between a pen and paper. Beautiful books and characters living within my soul begged to be put onto pages, if only for my eyes to read. Then, one day, I asked myself, “What if you allowed it be more than fanciful scribbles at a midnight hour?”

 

Reading and writing offered me worlds to dive into and allowed me to be myself, indulge the daydreams, and believe magic exists within our own hands—what we create. Whether read by a few or by many, it is ceaselessly beautiful to create entire worlds for others to hopefully find themselves within.