Who I am…

This is where stories are born from sleepless nights and "what if" conversations that stretch until dawn.

I'm a writer who believes the best science fiction isn't about ray guns and rocket ships—it's about us. About what we become when we reach for the stars and find something reaching back. About the moment when our greatest achievements become our most terrible mistakes. About the space between the technology we create and the humanity we risk losing in the process.

Every story starts with a question that won't let me sleep: What happens when memory becomes a weapon? When gods are indistinguishable from sufficiently advanced AI? When the universe turns out to be far stranger—and hungrier—than we ever imagined? These questions pull me down rabbit holes of research, world-building, and character creation until fictional people feel more real than my neighbors.

My family has learned to recognize the signs: scattered notebooks filled with timeline calculations, conversations that veer unexpectedly into the ethics of time manipulation, and my tendency to stare into space while working out the logistics of interstellar warfare. They've become my first readers, my sounding boards, and my anchor to reality when the fictional worlds threaten to take over completely.

This is independent publishing at its core—one person with too many ideas, supported by patient family members who've learned that "I'll just be a few more minutes" usually means the sun is coming up. No corporate committees, no market research determining what stories get told. Just the belief that somewhere out there are readers who want the same thing I do: stories that make us think as much as they make us feel, worlds complex enough to get lost in, and characters whose choices matter on both personal and cosmic scales.

Every book is a conversation starter—about consciousness, about power, about what it means to be human in a universe that might not care about humanity at all. If you've ever wondered whether our technology is evolving faster than our wisdom, whether consciousness is a gift or a cosmic joke, or what happens when we finally meet something older and hungrier than our ambitions, then we probably think about the same things in the dark hours before sleep.

Welcome to the conversation. The universe is vast, strange, and possibly watching.

Let's see what stories it tells us next.