I'm so glad you've pulled up to my little corner of the internet bonfire. Please, sit for a bit! Take up a pine twig, shake out a couple marshmallows, pop those bad boys up over the coals, and lets just get toasty for a while. I'll spin out a few yarns and prattle off some nonsense to pass the time while we stare off into the night sky. If you listen closely you can hear the sound of the sea in the pine boughs overhead and as the sparks from our fire rise to the heavens I promise to only share the choicest of ghost stories. 

Of all the things I've ever wanted This has to be my favorite. I have a deep abiding love of words. As a child I collected them, as a teen I bound them in blank verse and hurled them enraged at the world, and now I tweak, fold, poke, hack, verb, dice, split, and cozen them seven ways from anything. I would let ink run through my veins in place of blood if that were chemically viable and didn't sound like it would look ghastly.

I've thought about all the different things I wanted to do when I grow up and ultimately rejected the entire enterprise and decided just to give it up as a job done in bad faith and move on to bigger and better things. Take for instance the commonly held notion of one reality, or the idea of a commonly held anything for that matter, I cannot deal plainly with one perception of things. My nature is too mercurial. I bore too quickly and am far too fickle. I yearn for change and struggle to grow. The subjects and forms that captivate me one day just won't be able to draw my attention the same way next week so how can my passions be expected to remain any more steadfast? Much the same are my literary pursuits!

Fear not though Vigilant Visitor to my Vibrant Realm! All of my tangents and expressions do seem to follow some circuitous winding paths in common with each other. The tangled threads of my thoughts follow a pattern that makes a warped sense if seen from the proper perspective. (I suppose until we know each other better you'll just have to trust me, A girl has to have some secrets after all, right?) I remember things in a way that is both beautiful and biting, just as an old oak remembers. I think of the shadows of life that can be reflected into the pool of dream. I write sweet little songs in the shower to my dog. These are the poets thoughts. They have their own place on this site.

I also write short stories. Bits and bites of fiction and semi-autobiography, comedy and tragedy, some SF, a ghost story or three... I don't really think I've settled on a particular genera yet. If I do, or start trending one direction in particular, I'll be sure to let you know. Be sure to tell me if you spot a pattern, won't you?

I do a mish-mash of many other things, from florals to improvisational song composition so who knows what I may end up deciding to do.  Videos, articles, blogs, small research projects, mini-movies, plays, photography, art, interior design, and I could go on but I have realized that I have actually done all of these things and could see myself doing them again.

-The important point is this -

-I have always maintained a few key points which are very relevant now - 

-- We each construct our own personal reality daily, mine is just a bit more "personal" is all. --

-- I can be no one but who I am. I am a person with a Lot of personality. This is a Great Thing. --

-- There is no finer thing than to be a Ginger. --

-- The Daystar is a Flaming Ball of Death and Destruction and I Hate It with a Fiery Venomous Passion!--

-- & --

-- At the end of the day, You Must Not take yourself too seriously or your life will become a tragedy. --

Welcome!

Shall we play a game? I will give you two truths and a lie. You get to decide which is which. Ready?

I was on the news as a child for dancing Duck-A-Motion with Donald Duck at the mall in celebration of the freshening power of Crest toothpaste. This was not to be my only Donald moment - I also won a Donald Duck impersonation contest at a screening of the He-Man/She-Ra cross-over movie. 

I was struck by lightning while Inside a three story brick building and had to be rescued by fire fighters coming Up the fire escape through the window the lightning had broken out. I was home alone and there was no one to let them in. The lightning had struck me while I was indoors and to do so had skipped; the huge weather vanes and lightning rods on the hotel next door several flights higher than the floor I was on, the metal fire escape outside the window that was untouched, the metal appliances it flew past, and all the power-lines and buildings in general. The storm, rain, and all Other lighting missed the town as well.

In Elementary school I saved up my pennies to ride the carousel on a Saturday afternoon. I carefully counted out the one hundred pennies to make the dollar I would need to ride, Twice, and cautiously carried it in my little change purse. When the attendant refused to take my pennies I would not let my father pay for me with a dollar bill, which they Would have taken. Instead I gave the attendant, a full grown man, a scathing lecture on legal tender and why he should be taking mine. I did not ride the carousel that day out of spite.

Did you catch it?

I lied.

All three are absolutely true.

Scouts honor.