The ink line drawing flowed the cursive journey,
created on paper canvas that brought the story to life.

In mid-stroke of word and paper fusion

Determined to enshroud his enchantment.

Welcome to Book-a-holic Anonymous.

Hi, I'm Jazz and I am addicted to the written word. I love the smell of the blackest ink sliding across texture paper. My eyes squint against the loss of time within the pages of story. I don't think there's a cure for my compulsion to lose myself within life and times of those characters bound between the covers.

A spiritual journey is becoming what one has always meant to be-come and always was. One with God's Spirit.

Maybe that’s why the Westmores never allowed any pets. Hard to keep them off the menu.