by A. C. Dillon
In memory of Desiree, another light missing from the world.
For July Talk, whose passion reawakened my own.
To the music: you remain, as always, my oxygen. Thank you.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
You can thank A.C.’s first grade teacher for the interest in writing fiction. It was her casual comment on a mandatory daily journal, wherein she noted A.C.’s flair for storytelling, that planted the notion of writing full-length novels, poetry and short stories in an already overactive mind.
A.C. went to work quickly, burning through reams of paper with an ever-scribbling pen before turning to computers at age 14. The boreal world rejoiced, and A.C.’s range of writing grew from simplistic children’s tales rooted in wish to horror stories, thrillers, and psychological studies of damaged men and women thrown together by circumstance.
Between insomnia-fueled writing sessions, Dillon is an ardent animal lover who debates politics, obsessively collects music, and endlessly re-watches one of the most underrated films of all time: Empire Records.
Connect with A.C.:
Twitter: twitter.com/dillonac
Facebook: facebook.com/dillonac
Official site/blog: http://www.acdillon.com
