About me
I'm still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. But that's part of the fun, right?
I’ve always been a reader and a dreamer. Not so much a writer, though. Or at least not a fiction writer. I tried during college but my professor wasn’t impressed and I wasn’t terribly amused by the experience. Fast forward through several (okay, MANY) years of working in magazines and corporate communications and, like so often happens, life took a detour. I began freelancing after my son was born until, one day, I realized that as much as I loved my clients, I really, really needed a new creative outlet. I signed up for a writing workshop led by an author I adored, you know, "just for fun." By the time the workshop was done, I had a solid start on a manuscript and I was hooked.
I joke that writing is cheaper than therapy. Fiction has become my escape, my release. It’s where I turn when I want to sort through feelings and thoughts and the commotion of life. It’s where I go when I want a new experience or trick myself into believing I have some control over something—anything.
I write when my feline overloads allow and when I'm not distracted with their cuteness (what can I say, I'm suffering from empty nest syndrome now that my son is in college). I have a ridiculous (somewhat cliche) weakness for coffee (you’d think with the amount of caffeine I consume, I’d be slaying my daily to-do lists but, sadly, not so much) and borderline obsession with yarn (the cats whole heartedly support this). If it was up to me, I'd have a house full of pets -- cats and dogs, a pig to snuggle with. Maybe some day. One with enough land for horses and donkeys and goats and an alpaca or three.
For now, I have the cats (wait, that's backwards ... they adopted me) and I busy myself crocheting various creatures instead. Crocheting is my busy-fingers-quieting-the-mind time. It’s when I let my brain run amok on story ideas or life stuff and somehow, I usually manage to work through whatever plot holes I was struggling with (you can see some of my #yarntherapy results here or in my Instagram feed).
I’ve always been a reader and a dreamer. Not so much a writer, though. Or at least not a fiction writer. I tried during college but my professor wasn’t impressed and I wasn’t terribly amused by the experience. Fast forward through several (okay, MANY) years of working in magazines and corporate communications and, like so often happens, life took a detour. I began freelancing after my son was born until, one day, I realized that as much as I loved my clients, I really, really needed a new creative outlet. I signed up for a writing workshop led by an author I adored, you know, "just for fun." By the time the workshop was done, I had a solid start on a manuscript and I was hooked.
I joke that writing is cheaper than therapy. Fiction has become my escape, my release. It’s where I turn when I want to sort through feelings and thoughts and the commotion of life. It’s where I go when I want a new experience or trick myself into believing I have some control over something—anything.
I write when my feline overloads allow and when I'm not distracted with their cuteness (what can I say, I'm suffering from empty nest syndrome now that my son is in college). I have a ridiculous (somewhat cliche) weakness for coffee (you’d think with the amount of caffeine I consume, I’d be slaying my daily to-do lists but, sadly, not so much) and borderline obsession with yarn (the cats whole heartedly support this). If it was up to me, I'd have a house full of pets -- cats and dogs, a pig to snuggle with. Maybe some day. One with enough land for horses and donkeys and goats and an alpaca or three.
For now, I have the cats (wait, that's backwards ... they adopted me) and I busy myself crocheting various creatures instead. Crocheting is my busy-fingers-quieting-the-mind time. It’s when I let my brain run amok on story ideas or life stuff and somehow, I usually manage to work through whatever plot holes I was struggling with (you can see some of my #yarntherapy results here or in my Instagram feed).
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A Writer at Work
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