There's a pretty wild story behind my books, "Autopsy of the Mind and Dissection of the Soul." Most of those out-there short stories? They all started with little seeds from my mom.

Back in 2023, our visits took on this surreal quality. Mom's dementia had started blurring the lines between reality and imagination, and she'd drop these incredible little tidbits or outlandish ideas. Sometimes she'd swear these snippets actually happened, other times she'd say they were dreams. Honestly, I don't think even she could tell the difference anymore.

I'd take those tiny seeds and run with them. A fragment of a weird dream she mentioned might spark a whole story in my mind. Or she'd toss out some bonkers idea, and I'd expand on it, weaving in my own experiences to flesh it out into something completely new.

It was like this crazy collaborative process, you know? Mom would provide these sparks of wild inspiration, and I'd fan them into full-blown stories. As a writer, it was both heartbreaking and weirdly exhilarating.

Looking back, I'm so grateful I captured all of this when I did. Mom's not quite the same idea factory these days. Those vivid snippets don't come as often. It's like we bottled lightning together, and now it's all there in "Autopsy of the Mind and Dissection of the Soul."

So if you're reading my books and thinking, "Where does this stuff come from?" - now you know. It's a mash-up of my mom's incredible, unfiltered imagination and my own creative expansion. Evidence of the strange journeys our minds can take us on, and the unexpected gifts that can come even in tough times.

Mom, thanks for being the most amazing, accidental muse a writer could ask for. Your wild ideas live on, remixed and reimagined.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​