"We are all apprentices in a
craft where no one ever
becomes a master."
~Ernest Hemingway
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About me...? If I must.
Aside from teenage poems agonizing over lost love, wanting different parents (cause who didn't as a teenager), or willing my gangly body to grow out of the awkward phases it always seemed to be in, I didn't start writing seriously until my late thirties.
Also known as 'recently', cosmically speaking.

Now, I write because I've finally found the thing that if I don't do it every day, I feel weak and disconnected from my life and the world. While it sounds horrible as I read over what I just wrote, it's actually the best feeling in the world.
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In between ferrying homeschooled children to and from various classes, groups and events, I squeeze in writing time. While navigating retired Navy life, I squeeze in writing time. Before the laundry gets folded (and somedays before the kids get fed), I squeeze in writing time. Late at night when my brain is swimming with ideas or dialogue or characters or descriptions, I squeeze in writing time.


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