Anyone who talks to me long enough notices I'm a bit on the quirky side.
My husband says it’s because I’m a crazy writer, and I tend to agree with him. When I look at the world around me, I see people and places that take on fantastical attributes. A man walking across the street just isn't a man, he's a troll, on the hunt for the blue fairy. A women speeding down my
street is being chased by steam punk elves, because she stole their aether
converting mechanism.
Luckily, for me, my family loves and accepts my unique
brand of crazy. They even encourage me to write down my silly notions. Although
my son will tell you there is far too much kissing in my stories!
