Staying at home, awake late in the night... Writing endlessly and torturing readers with cliffhangers and character deaths. That's it!

I don’t have a dream job to describe.

Been there. Done that.

Being retired is my dream job now.

making people smile, laugh, feel warmth,

to cheer people up when they are sad,

and spread love, wholesomeness and kindness.

Pouring out my soul into that which sets my heart ablaze; feeding my passion; writing the stories alive inside me.

Sitting in my house looking at the sunrise surrounded by the books I love and ones I have written. Author

silk scarves. draping fabrics. carefully placed sequins. fashion shows. i take my bow. the sewing machine never stops running. applause.

I want to find belonging in the hidden corners of people's worlds

a safe place

quiet,

and we both smile.

Glitch tester for the universe. See all the weird stuff and get to witness early alpha versions of the future.

To write a lyrical reprise

Behind the scenes

Hear a voice more powerful than mine

Sing the words

My desire

A dark theater provides annoynomity to consume ridiculous amounts of popcorn and soda that fuel my inspired published film critiques.