By design…nothing is by chance.
By design, as I like to say, the pieces fell into place and two years and 25,000 readers and counting later I smile and say ‘thank you’.
As long as I can remember I have be drawn to the page. As a boy I loved nothing more than a blank sheet, a pencil and the warmth of sunlight through window panes on a winter day expressing my little world in lines and shades of lead grey before I even knew letters. To this day, I find myself picking up my pencil and any piece of paper I can find to bring this story, this gift, to life.
I call it a gift because in all humility the letters and words and stories flow more than they are created and for the most part I stumble to keep up, to capture exactly the images that I mean to in the process…but as Jackson Pollock said so well, “I defy the accident.”
Listen… and you will hear the voices in the snow.