It’s strange, this life. Five years ago I decided to walk away from a lucrative position at an ad agency to devote more time to fiction writing. Not just any fiction, mind you. Weird fiction. Dark fiction. Fiction that sometimes hurts to write. Sometimes hurts to read.
I started this website five years ago and gave it a name: A Journey of the Imagination. Sounds a little puffed up, maybe, but it’s been fitting thus far. The latest stop along this path was the 25th Anniversary World Horror Convention, which took place this past weekend in my hometown of Atlanta, and I’m still reeling from the experience.
