After going to an art school in San Francisco, racking up insane student loans and working for years as a freelance designer for the start-up culture, I became burnt out. I abandoned the Bay Area for the Pacific North-west, where I could hike and bike to my heart's content.
Although the idea for the book had been swimming around in my head and on random notebooks for 10 years, it wasn't until my mother got sick that I received a memento mori that put I fire under my sack to write The Apostates.
