There was no bright light in my death, but perhaps that is because I
wasn’t destined for the angelic beauty of heaven. No, my short lived life had
been played out with so much sin and excess that there would no doubt be a
special cage in hell with my name on it. In my death, I felt and saw nothing.
No warmth, no cold, no light, no darkness, just nothing. When I woke, he was
gone, the only piece of perfection in my ugly world. Part of me was grateful
that he had finally found the good sense to leave. Another part of me was
broken, irrevocably and agonizingly broken.
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I grew up on the beaches of North Queensland, Australia before
migrating south to the iconic Gold Coast in 1995. I traded the surf and my
bikini for pajama's and a computer when I embarked on writing professionally in
2012.
I write first and foremost for myself. I write
characters and ideas that come from my heart, then take shape and evolve into
entire landscapes in my mind.
I am fascinated with most creative outlets --- photography,
art, music, you name it, I love it. I don't take life too seriously and I love
to hear from fans and other like-minded, creative people. So drop me a line or
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