Shea Timoy always wrote for himself. Then Havana happened. An abandoned, unused, journal caught his attention. He stole it from the sidewalk of El Malecon and hid the diary in his bag.
The cover was tattered, and the pages resisted his penmanship at every turn. The notebook even bit him and the bite became infected. The infliction, a deep desire to publish.
Shea Timoy currently has multiple works out on submission and looks forward to sharing his writing. Fans of Kurt Vonnegut, Tom Robbins, and George Saunders will find a new friend in the literary styles of Shea Timoy.