Reading and writing was not something that was started early in Simons life, he had indeed picked up books but sadly failed to hold any interest in them, Putting it down to a 'it's only a certain kind of person' thing he failed to have any further interest in either reading or writing. Only with one fateful event, of coincidence a hint of good timing and splash of boredom. he found a book beside himself and was soon engrossed in it's pages. it was not long after this point, that he had become hooked, lost in the world of words. He decided that was something he wanted to do. write, something that one day would be enjoyed as he had and would continue to enjoy all the great works out there and those still to come.
He dreams of one day walking into a store, picking up a book with his name on the cover and running up and down the shop like a little kid shouting 'This is my work!' then quickly leaving the store(paying for the book obviously) before security catches him and throws him out.