Writing is the lens through which I capture my world.
This is where it lives.
I am a metal artist by trade, and love the physical act of creating. But not every thought can be cut into copper, and I am a firm believer in choosing the right medium for the message. Some moments can only be captured with just the right turn of a phrase.
I started collecting my thoughts on paper a few years ago, after my husband and I married and we moved to the country. Things are more contemplative out here. Nature surrounds you in a way that makes it impossible to disregard.
As I began taking my writing more seriously,I thought about submitting to publishers. Paper my walls with rejection letters and that sort of thing. But it didn’t feel right. I have lived my whole life as a creative person, and have long since learned that my best work is born when I don’t seek permission from others.
The short stories and posts shared here are tectonic plates, slowly shifting and taking form. They may evolve into a book, or may not. But I’ve decided to let them see the light of day regardless of whether they eventually mature. Even children have the right to be heard, and often we learn our deepest lessons from them.
As for the name, I have a profoundly boring wardrobe. I once did a whole load of laundry and folded nothing but gray sweaters. Gustave Flaubert once said “Be boring and orderly in your life… so that you may be violent and original in your work.” I’d like to think I’ve perfected the first part, at least.
I hope you enjoy.