I was an 80's kid. I started reading my cousin’s Stephen King book collection when he moved into my bedroom and soon after that characters started to populate my mind and demand that I get their story down on paper. Eventually my cousin moved on, I still haven't. I started writing songs because my best friend played the guitar and it looked fun and so I tried to do the same but found it easier just to make it all up as I went along, the words spilled out because I can’t shut up and just play. At school I tried to improve my drawing skills because I was frustrated that everyone else seemed to be able to colour within the lines and so I figured practice was what was needed (I still can’t colour within the lines).
As long as I’m creating I’m happy, however I’m not always happy with my creation.