The
son
of fire
Happiness
is
complicated
ana'ole
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BOOKS
I began my journey as a writer pretty much around the same time that I began to draw, which is to say, at a very early age. My family had a ranch where I spent my days doing my best impression of a cowboy, the only problem being that I didn't want to be a cowboy. My father's side were paniolo (the Hawaiian word for cowboy), and naturally wanted me to follow suit. I couldn't do it. Horses hated me, cows were no better and there was just too much blood, and mud and beer.
I was more ocean minded and would rather spend my time fishing or diving.
I say all of this because the first story that I wrote was more of a graphic novel inspired by Jaws, and when I say graphic novel I do mean two paragraphs written on a sheet of binder paper under which was the rendering of the most ferocious prehistoric fish dinosaur my preteen mind could conjure.
Now that I'm older, things have changed.
Writing isn't the painful process it once was and I've mastered the process of the multi-page manuscript. I've also made my peace with cows and horses.
But more importantly, I just couldn't live without beer.