(Originally posted January, 2013)


If you’ve stumbled upon this blog, you may be a writer, or a reader, or just interested in my work.

This blog isn’t meant to be a “know it all” blog about how to be a writer, or how to be successful. I will share what has helped me “be” a writer, and how I am trying to be successful, but like everything else, what works for me may not work for you.

First, a confession. I find blogs about individuals to be a bit self-absorbed sometimes.Though I plan to blog about things I write about, I suspect a large part of this blog will be about how I write, what inspires me, and so on. So bear with me if I sometimes stumble through this whole “look at me look at me” sorta thing. I’m a very shy person deep down, and writing about myself to whomever is out there reading, opens up my inner most self in a way I might not always be comfortable with. That said:

A little bit about me and how I started writing. But before that, how I became a reader. I learned to read whenever most kids did, and in the same manner, but I can’t remember a time I didn’t love books. I would read the same books over and over again (and still do) and am not embarrassed to admit that some of my oldest books are also like my oldest friends.

I didn’t really write stories as a kid, but I did make believe. I would see a woman sitting on a park bench and try to picture what color undergarments she was wearing, or what she ate for lunch that day. I’d see a little boy walking down the sidewalk and imagine what his dog’s name was. I was constantly imagining and reinventing lives for strangers.

I first began writing poetry at the age of 14 after my first heartbreak. It was really, really bad poetry. But I kept writing, and I kept growing, throughout high school, college years, and more relationships. Writing was what kept me going through difficult times. And I also kept reading. Some books stand out more than others. I remember being about 20 and and reading a particularly mediocre book, and thinking, “I could write better than this!”

And so, I began my first novel. I was actually wrong, because it wasn’t very good at all. But it was something I needed to do, something I wrote for me. Still, I briefly tried to get it published and made all the wrong moves- sending full manuscripts, generic queries, you name it. So, I put it away, and it sits in my computer, full of weak plot points, and too much exposition. But still, I’m glad I did it.

In any event, I kept writing. I dabbled in short stories, and more poetry, and even more poetry. I wrote a second novel, which I’m extremely proud of and do hope to have published and picked up by an agent- soon! So, that’s me. I am a published (online) author. I hope to be published in print someday. I am a reader. And a writer.

Nice to meet you.


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