Bard Constantine
My mom wisely introduced me to books at a very young age. I learned to read before entering school, and was reading years ahead of my grade level in no time. I suppose my inspiration to write was a natural extension of my love of books. Stories run through my head constantly, churning cauldrons of plots, characters, and conflicts. Madness or writing were my only options. Naturally, I chose to write.
Storytelling is a craft that I learned through clumsy stumbles and trial and error. A lot of it. But in the end I learned to love the process. I love the formation of the story, and even learned to love the revision and editing process. It’s like grabbing hold of a half-formed dream and transferring it onto a canvas where I slowly turn it into a fully detailed painting.
It is a love affair with words. And like all true loves, only death can do us part.
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