Masterpiece. The passion of storytelling.
From as young as I can remember, I have always found a connection from reading stories. I'd lose myself completely in a book, heck I used to get in trouble for it in my primary school days. There was no sophistication in my taste whatsoever and some might argue not much has changed. Whilst I can and do appreciate literary form and tradition, like many boundaries and stylised spoliations of literature and language, I have little desire to dwell there and even less, any unction to conform and create from this place. In my early years, it was Enid Blyton and Judy Blume, Tolkien, King and Koontz. My taste in literature never refined, redeemed only by a smattering of the classics, but proudly to this day remains as eclectic as my music taste, a canopy of misfits.
