Revealing the Unseen
Many who knew me as a child saw my impaired right hand and severe asthma as limitations. For a while, I did too.
But I’ve always been too stubborn—and too curious—to sit still while the world moved on. I found ways around every barrier. And when there wasn’t a way, I made one. Sometimes that meant breaking rules. Sometimes it meant breaking expectations.
Today, I channel that same grit into storytelling—writing speculative fiction, screenplays, and personal essays that explore the psychological fallout of personal choices and advanced technologies. Whether it’s memory manipulation, neural implants, or consciousness transfer, my focus is always on the people caught in the storm—their fractured relationships, the choices that define them, and the cost of chasing progress too far.
I live in the greater Houston area and work by day as a Master Enterprise Architect. Off the clock, you’ll find me writing speculative fiction like Iteration, journaling the strange places my brain wanders, or chasing salt air, travel adventures, and the ever-elusive perfect margarita.

Portfolio of Work
Past and Present



novel
He engineered the breakthrough.
Now he has to survive the aftermath.
Malcolm MacKenzie—once hailed as a visionary—finds himself at the center of a global reckoning and must decide who he’s willing to become to stop what’s coming next.
screenplay
Best Writing Honorable Mention Winner.
A grieving mother, desperate to undo the loss of her child, descends into ritual sacrifice in a haunting bid to bring her infant back from the dead.
Gypsy Love
online series
Power is everywhere—and nowhere you can hold.
It never forgets your name.
And when the past comes calling, it doesn’t knock. It demands payment.
--coming soon--
essay collection
One life gone.
Another never the same.
Join me in my journey from grief to joy through this collection of unedited blogs written in the style of C.S. Lewis.
“Fiction is more than true: not because it tells us that dragons exist, but because it tells us dragons can be beaten.”
G.K. Chesterton
