My love of horror and science fiction in both the written word and movie began with my mother who loved them as well. It was instilled in my fragile psyche at the tender age of five although, I did not know it at the time. She took me in our Black Ford Fairlane to see Romero’s Night of the Living Dead at the local drive-in. To this day I remember cowering in the backseat asking “is it day yet, is it day yet?” Mom and I had some belly laughs about that for many years before the bell tolled and called her home. The nightmares eventually subsided and as my childhood moved on I found myself drawn to all things scary and scifi. Luckily, she had books by Phillip K. Dick, Isaac Asimov and Harlan Ellison among many others just hanging around the house. I soon found the depraved minds of King and Koontz to my liking and of course other writers as well. It wasn’t long that I became a fan of Hammer Studios and actors like Christopher Lee, Peter Cushing, Vincent Price and the lists could go on. Suffice to say, I was hooked. In my teens I began to write short stories and poems, some of which I had updated and you can find in my first book “A Collection of Dark Short Stories and Poetry.” However, life happens and I had to put away such dreams, until after mom passed and found an old stained and tattered story of mine in a box in her garage, it was then that I felt the barest little warmth begin to surge within me. It took a while for me to understand what it was, it was mom letting me know I could still have my dream.