Anchored Sanity Productions
“If life were but a dream…
Then I don’t think my sanity would be anchored anymore.”

I feel like I should redo this bio but there seems to be no real need for it. Chapter Ten of PM:Saints has finally been updated. It took me only, like, three months or so, right? Snort. I'm so lame. Anyhoo. I really don't know what to type here... so I'll just direct you, my dear reader, or future dear reader, to the original bio page located below points downward. It's the best I've got...for now. Thank you for visiting.

I was born in a month that most aren’t born in on a day that one country celebrates as an achievement in the war for God’s disciples (or something of that nature) and a day that another country mourns every year since its occurrence. I was born into a split family, growing up with only one parent. I had the unfortunate luck to have the one parent that was perhaps worse in some ways than the other but still, I came out relatively sane. I grew up in the Deep South in a small Mississippi town close to the Gulf Coast. I visited the beach almost every day since I was four years old. I grew up loving nature and the wonders (and horrors) it often produces. I was raised around the concept of a God ruling over the Earth but not entirely the tyrant that many of my ancestors believed him to be. I became my own person with my own mind and switched from the religion of Christianity to that of one that worships a deity much different from the God of the Christian faith and believes in a true balance of love and harmony among oneself, others, and nature. I found that I am a fifth generation writer in my family and that writing poems, stories, and songs, was a much more intelligent outlet for my adolescent anger and hatred of the world than the others I’d found before that little enlightenment.

I had my life destroyed by a storm created by the very nature I revere so highly. I was ripped, almost literally, from the home I’d known for more than ten years, and thrown into a world I’d only glimpsed for four weeks every summer since I was seven. I lived amongst members of an extended family that were barely more than strangers to me for six and a half months. I tried to come home after those long months and return to my old school, but was rejected for redundant reasons. I went to a different school, one that didn’t reject me but accepted me graciously and continues to do so to this day. I left one relationship and formed another that has been the best thing to ever happen to me. I sit now in front of my computer screen, knowing that fifteen miles from my home my beloved sits, playing games with his friends or his father; knowing I am loved by him; knowing that there is someone out there as messed up as me; someone whose life has been just as big a rollercoaster as mine. I have learned to love and be loved in return. I am happy. I am moody, angry one minute and sad the next. I am weird, out there, spontaneous, just this side of legally insane. I am comical (though in the form of dry, nearly hurtful, sarcastic comments that very few actually understand). I am myself.

And I am proud of what I have lived, experienced, survived, learned, taught, understood, felt, received, and gave. I am eighteen, going on nineteen, and I am Anchored Sanity Productions.

Welcome… to my world. I’m glad you came.