About Me

I’ve been a writer before I even knew what a “writer” was. When I was a kid, I’d ask for baby name books for my birthday because I was intent on finding the most appropriate names for characters. I drew pictures of the houses they lived in and the schools they attended. I thought about the clothes they wore, the way they smiled, the hopes and dreams they harbored. Not much has changed since the days I wrote Dick-and-Jane type tales on that paper with the absurdly wide lines. Writing was, and still is, an opportunity to create a world, to give life to the “what ifs” that keep me up at night.

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My stories run up and bite me on the leg.
I respond by writing down everything that goes on during the bite.
When I finish, the idea lets go and runs off.
-Ray Bradbury

What’s weird is that everything in my life is scheduled (my day planner can attest to this) except my writing. I believe that a story demands to be written, when the time is right, or when those proverbial stars align. I usually get a line in my head and it sticks there, taunting me, daring me almost, to ignore it. PEOPLE WHO KNEW ME started this way. Every story I’ve written starts this way.

  • I’m 30-something (I’m not being coy; I just don’t want to have to update this page every time I have a birthday)
  • I fit many writer stereotypes: I love cats and cardigans and hot tea and booze and rain and Bob Dylan
  • I don’t like socializing with large groups of people. And sometimes I don’t even like socializing with small groups of people
  • When I got my first apartment, a long time ago, my mom gave me a wooden sign that says, “Home is where your story begins”
  • My home is, and always has been, in Southern California

Click here to read an interview I did for “The Writer’s [Inner] Journey”.