I imagine myself to be an introvert trying hard to be an extrovert, which, by the way, can be exhausting. Most of my pastimes except one—ballroom dancing—are solitary: writing, photography, gardening, reading, perusing Facebook. Sadly, I’m completely lacking in mechanical skills, but I’m a good cook and an even better eater. I’m quietly passionate about the things and people I believe in, and take pride in being a loyal, staunch friend. I admit to also being apologetically crazy about my pets and everyone else's. Yes, I’m the person at the party sitting on the floor, talking to the dog.
And, I guess more importantly, I write. I'm an ex-technical editor with time to now focus on exploring my creative side. I have just completed a full, final draft of my novel, which is being edited for content right now by another author (published), who is also the head of the English dept at PCC. I'm excited.
I tend to write character-driven, situational, human-nature based pieces. I focus on the moments in life that are sometimes transforming or at least revealing, inspired by life unfolding around me. Writing, for me, is not only a means of self-expression, but a process that clears the clutter from my mind. It’s mental closet cleaning, so to speak. It’s a way to dump everything out and look at it more closely, the intent being to make some sense out of an often nonsensical world. It also alleviates insomnia.
