Growing up as an only child until I was nine had a lot to do with making me a storyteller. I wasn’t really alone because I had my imagination and spent loads of time there.
I also had Grandma and she did two amazing things for me. She told me stories of her own and she listened to mine. I’d sit at the table in her warm kitchen and kick my toes under my chair because my feet didn’t yet touch the floor. I'd talk while Grandma listened with a twinkle in her eye behind her rimless glasses. Because of Grandma I love to tell stories.
In the eighth grade I had a teacher named Mrs. Mahon. I was a restless, troublesome student. Then she assigned a writing project and I wrote several pages without a restless moment
Harrison Drake is the pseudonym of a Canadian writer and career police officer who has chosen anonymity in order to protect a safe, secure and quiet lifestyle for his family.
If he can't be found at home playing with his children or sitting in his lonely writer's garret, he'll be outside gazing up at the night sky and searching for answers.
Art comes in many forms, every piece different in its own way, and Drake believes it is necessary to challenge oneself, to never allow that art to grow stagnant. As such, Drake finds himself bound by no one specific genre and writes freely that which his mind creates.
It is for this reason that Drake has chosen to enter the world of the independent author. Art is an entity that needs room to breathe, spac
