I’m tired of feeling like I have to fit in somewhere. I’m exhausted by these underhanded expectations, wedging me into some gross, cookie-cutter, societal niche; tired of not giving myself permission to be the beautifully dark soul that I am. Ever since I was small, I was drawn to the melancholy, the misunderstood, the macabre, the pain. I wanted to… Read More
BOOK INTRODUCTIONS BORE ME. As do acknowledgements, forewords, prologues, and prefaces. My brain gets impatient. And here I am forcing an introduction on you. I promise it’ll be quick and painless.
I’m not here to validate your assumptions. I’m not here to help you “get” who I am or who I’ve become. I’m just… here. Taking up small space in one of our universe’s amazingly complex galaxies. And maybe…just maybe, I’m here to help you uncover who you are. I’m just a mirror. Hell, we all are. Maybe you like what… Read More
The other day I wrote a little over 2,400 words. I don’t use a fancy word count app, or even know where to find those things on my laptop. I count manually, from the place I start writing to where I stop; and that’s only if I really want to know how writing my past traumas, measure up against numbers…. Read More
An ocean of panic washed over me yesterday. I’m still uncertain what it’s from. It could have been the steady 16 week gig that cancelled, tossing me into a sea of financial worry—that would certainly be understandable. Because in my profession, a steady gig is welcome; hustling for work and responding to emailed cattle calls has never been my idea… Read More
I drive my husband crazy with all the books in our house. I have two shelves full of books, that he swears: “I’ll never read.” That may be so, my sweet dimple-chinned-dumpling, but I’ll die trying. And here’s why: It took years. It took book, after book, after book to teach me the reason I love them so, is because… Read More
