I am a mom, wife, singer, realtor, insomniac, nature lover, sometime political activist, armchair architect, and wannabe novelist. I am 33-going-on-17 (or 70, depending on when you ask). I’m an optimist in cynic’s clothing. I have rheumatoid arthritis and Crohn’s and god knows what else, and I ignore it all most of the time. I am weird, according to my seven-year-old, which might just be the nicest thing he’s ever said to me. And I have kind of a thing for power tools. And platform stilettos.
I read. A lot. Especially if it involves Highlanders or vampires. I also write a lot. I’m currently working on three novels, one of which is pretty much finished (and none of which involve Highlanders or vampires…yet). I tend to write when I should be doing things like laundry and sweeping up mountains of beagle fur. Or, y’know, eating and sleeping. Like discernment, and finishing home improvement projects, those things are so overrated.
A dear friend recently described one of my characters as a grab-life-by-the-balls sort of woman. That’s me in a nutshell (pun intended). I decided a while back that filters and regrets are a waste of time and too damn much work. What you see is what you get…for better or worse.