I put sentences into words.
Who on earth is
Matthew East first fell in love with scripts at the age of ten. He was on stage, a script in front of him, playing the role of a hapless defence-lawyer-come-window-cleaner trying to defend the Big Bad Wolf for crimes against the Three Little Pigs. He looked like a rabbit caught in headlights, but something must have clicked, as since that day he hasn't been able to put down the pen to craft his own tales.
He just never set foot on stage again.