stories
I write a ton. Mostly short stories. Mostly about plain old human existence and the daily snares we so often place ourselves. Sometimes through actions of others, very often through actions self-created. Going out with the wrong person. Involvement with strangers best left alone. Throwing one’s persona into dark alleys, both real and virtual. Those are a few examples of what I like to wrap my imagination around in order to create fiction.
through the looking glass… brightly.
Fiction. Truly it’s friction. An element of truth lies within words of every author. Perhaps truth gained by personal experience, or perhaps vicarious action. When someone does ask me “where do you come up with this bizarre thinking?,” I tell them it’s all in my head. However, I do not tell them how it got there. That’s kept within.
