Why I Write
Long ago when I first fledged to adulthood, I would have told you that I write in order to express my individuality. But now, decades later, I know it's a need to connect to something greater than myself that pushes me to the pen.
I keep pushing that pen because writing helps me organize life's chaos, make sense of fate, and unscramble the interrelatedness of it all. Us all.
My pieces vary a quite bit, but, without doing it consciously, I regularly repeat certain themes: the push-pull that comes from balancing individuality with community, and how, as part of the natural world, we respond.
I Love Language
I have an intuitive and intimate relationship with words and the way they play, work, and groove together.
Language allows me to bridge worlds both concrete and abstract. When I enter the land of language and lose “self” to writing, I experience the sort of peace many never find.
Does such tranquility always exist when I sit to write?
Absolutely not! But when I hit "flow" nothing compares to its feeling of rightness.