So let me put it this way: when the hours of neurotic waiting for the light bulb are over, when the words finally come, when the staccato patter of my fingers can no longer keep up with the syllables and sentences blitzing through my brain, when I create something worth reading, it is transcendence and it is beautiful. I am a sucker for beauty. I long to see it and I long to create it. Not only that, I want to write stories that matter and move people to empathy and action. I love subtext, metaphor and character-driven plots. I believe in multifaceted, flawed characters and I’m at my best when telling stories that center around human pain and relational struggles.
In short, I love the whole process. Therefore, I write.
about me
With all the practical and consistent jobs in the world, I chose writing — the profession where you're up at odd hours of the night shoveling chocolate into your face in front of a blank word processor in hopes that a light bulb will suddenly appear over your head so that you can get paid. Why? If I were cliché, I'd say it's because I'm compelled and I can't not do it. But I'm a writer; I'm not allowed to be cliché.