I fell in love with the written word in kindergarden. I published poetry when I was in 8th grade. I love to write stories. I have a head full of other worlds. However I am deeply attached to my work, and as my husband would say, I dont share well. Plus I must add that I am afraid of what people will think when they see. I have whole worlds alive inside of me waitting to come alive.
I think I might be ready now to feed my lifes blood to the sharks of humanity. My husband tells me I have talent even. So here is hoping.
Interests: I enjoy walking in an endless dream of fiction. While striving ever so hard to keep a tangable hold on real life thank you.