about me

I am an artist.  But I've spent most of my life fighting that identity, because I got told by several important people that I'd "likely never make it" as a writer, that I should find something "practical" to do with my life, and that I should just do writing as a "hobby."   Biddable and suggestible as I was, I took their sage advice and indeed strove for "normal" and "practical," and, though I didn't realize it, I was striving for "acceptable" and "predictable," too.

After several tries at being "practical" and "normal," including a couple of failed career attempts, I realized that normal and practical made me sad.  Not only that, I'm not good at it.  I am decidedly not normal, and I'm irrational and do things based on emotion.  What other career could I possibly do that allowed me to be this way, since trying so hard not to be this way had nearly suffocated me?

A creative pursuit was the answer.  WRITING was the answer.  I am not normal or predictable, not practical and ordinary, and I do best when I can express myself rather than having to stuff all of who I am into a little bitty labeled box for someone else's convenience. 

Thus, I am an artist, and I'm weird as they come.  And I can breathe in relief, because my world is so much better that way.