I write ideas, words, phrases, dialogue and names on any scrap of paper I can find. Those slips are stuck in the folds of books, reside in journals, and are stacked in piles on tables throughout my home. I hope that one day I will use them all in some story - though not necessarily the same one.
I love it when my prose borders on poetry.
Writing is.
And when two ideas collide in my head and merge to help me solve a plot glitch it's like seeing magic, real magic, happens.
I love that.
I am a writer.
