• The Artist LIVES!!!

    Again. Bam. No, really, it has been a long journey to get back here, to come full circle like this.  I feel like I did when I hula-hooped again, a few weeks ago in Seattle. See, I used to hula-hoop all the time when I was 8 years old.  However…

  • To Mold Him is to Love Him

    I mean the love interests of my main character… It’s more difficult when you’re not in love with anyone–attracted to anyone–nor dream of anyone in your real world. Like–I know what sort of man turns my head, generally, and keeps it there for more than two seconds and… strange enough……

  • Another Fiction Fade…

    See… I write EVERYDAY… I mean, every-single-day… And now it’s 11:45PM and I can hardly keep my eyes open but the story that I’m now working on, thanks to my breakthrough of finally being able to embody the main character some–well, a lot–(okay, enough), has come to a halt on…