For me, the written word is my form of communication. My mind soars and floats across the page and I become the girl searching for her lost sister or the lover watching her other half from behind a tree.

I am old-school. I prefer to write outside, perched under a tree, with a notebook resting against my knees. I love the feel of paper between my fingers and the sound of my pencil etching words into the porous surface. I often find myself drifting into another world, one similar to ours, but unique and full of hidden mysteries. My mojo flows when I have my pencil in hand and I can see outside of myself. I am more than just me. I am the stories that I create.