I write stories because I want to make sense of the joyful, painful, baffling experience of being human.
I'm fascinated by the interplay between our psyche, our relationships, and our environment, and how this shapes us as people. Like trees growing towards the light, we bend the way we do for good reasons.
Life is an exploration. Each person's path is individual. But like those bending trees, we're all seeking a common goal. We're on our way home to ourselves. To expressing our true nature. To love.
Dark or funny, spooky or romantic, stories that tell the truth about the human condition can be like stars, guiding and connecting, helping us find our way home.
I write to create more stars.
Photo credit: NASA, Spitzer Space Telescope.
Near the sword of the constellation Orion, an active stellar nursery contains thousands of young stars and developing protostars. Many will turn out like our sun.