Born outside of Charlotte, North Carolina, CL Nicolas-Stegall is the son of a machinist who built race cars as a lifelong hobby. Growing up around fast cars and motorcycles, he is a bit of a speed freak who struggles to keep his genetics in check on the highways and byways of North Texas.

A lover of all things sleek and fast, his days are spent lingering in his own little dream world of what was and what could be. The worlds he inhabits are not always of his own creation, yet they are always of his own imagination. Such imagination has run amok of its own accord since the days of his youth.

One world would never be enough for CL’s exploits; therefore, he creates what he wishes and discards all else. Should one world not meet up to his expectations for an adventure, he simply creates a new one more attuned to his needs.

His words flow and commingle, sometimes overwhelming him to the point of exhaustion. It is a trade-off against boredom which he graciously and willingly accepts.

What he shares with the world is little more than a hint at his own life. Secrets have become as much a part of him as any organ or limb. He resigns himself to his writing as the only way he knows to shed some small amount of light onto the stage of his personal reality.

Let it not be said that he is reclusive . . . simply solitary.