Why I Write
Long ago when I first fledged into adulthood, I would have told you that I wrote in order to express my individuality. But now, as I near 50, I know how little an impetus that really was.
What really pushes me to the pen is a need to connect to something greater than myself. Writing provides me a way to organize chaos, to bandy about the interrelatedness of it all.
As a writer I hope to relate with others about being human, and the fact that, as much as we might pretend differently, we cannot live separately from nature.
I Love Language
My relationship with words is intuitive and intimate. It needs no intermediary.
When I enter the world of language and lose “self” to writing I experience the sort of peace many search for and never find. Does such tranquility always exist? Absolutely not!
Writing doesn’t always come with ease, but when it flows, when I tap into life’s river of all, nothing compares to that feeling of rightness. My work attempts to share what manifests in those moments.
