why do i write? why do i gravitate to the quirky and slightly bizarre? i think it stems from my upringing in the swamps of northern Florida. a place i like to call "the redneck riviera."
as a young child, i used to explore the countryside—collecting wayward sticks, prehistoric-sized bugs, and slippery toads. throughout my many treks, i created an imaginary world in my mind. this world was ruled by the many frogs and bugs, and humans were allowed to live in it as miniscule pets. i think this childhood fantasy led to a lot of evolutionary tales later in life.