When I embarked on my quest to become a full-time author, there were certain high-water marks I knew would eventually make the endless hours of work all worthwhile: seeing my words ink-stained into a real book; knowing that people I’d never met were lost in my stories; pulling my novel off of a bookstore shelf.

Those things happened, and they were amazing, but what I didn’t expect was to see the products of my imagination forever embedded in living human skin.

In other words, people getting tats based on the images in my stories.