Edward Hancock II often describes himself as a man of destiny. Most people are born with no clue as to their life’s purpose. They mutter through life, attend college, join the military or family industry of choice or even start a succession of small business ventures, none of which quite fulfill them in the end. That is not Edward. To hear him tell it, he was born burdened with a profound, passionate and steadfast sense of purpose. For Edward, he was seemingly born knowing his life was destined to involve the written word. 

Born with Spina Bifida, Edward’s early days weren’t spent running and jumping and climbing trees. Rather, his days were spent watching others run, jump, climb trees, succeed at sports and physical pursuits he could only dream of tackling.

At the age of nine, he wrote what he considers to be his first real short story -- A story with coherent form and flow, a discernible beginning, middle and end, real conflict and characters as unique as a child of nine was capable of creating.

He’s gotten older now. His stories have gotten longer and – he hopes – better. His audiences have grown from a doting mother to thousands of adoring fans, eager for his next tome – Fiction and Non-Fiction alike. But the dream remains as powerful as ever, his purpose as profound as it was when he wrote that first short story all those years ago.