The ambition to write a story was birthed in 2007 while taking my then 10-year-old daughter home from her soccer practice. The road from the soccer fields runs between a housing development on the south and dense woods on the north. One evening, my daughter said, “Hey Dad, what if there was a big dragon living out there in that forest?”
Something told me not to say anything; just listen. I took that advice and paid attention to the wonderful story emerging from her vivid imagination. Every so often, she stopped to ask me a question then went right back to the story. The drive home took about forty minutes and her mouth was moving the entire time. I just listened and set it all to memory.
I knew it was something worth writing down. So I did. When we got home, I went to straight to the computer and typed it up.
Over the years, the story has grown, new characters introduced and new problems to solve.
But it all started on that road one evening in San Antonio, Texas.
R.E. Moore 