I write because I am a speck, a flick of a feather, a lost filament, a wavering beam--moulded in mystery, sentient, curious, trying to touch base, make sense, give utterance and yearning to say hello to the world.

Writing is part craft, inspiration, and magic. Under the glittering creative process is the steady, dull everyday production of one word at a time. Sometimes you proceed as a mule, other times, a brilliant race horse speeds by.  No matter what the process, you’re amazed, baffled, and so proud that you’ve lived to tell the tale!