I love words. I love them individually, I love them strung in a sentence. Once upon a time, I used to write a lot. I am trying to write a lot again.
I have a work in progress, fondly called the WIP, since it refuses to name itself.
I have a slew of characters, who speak to me at the strangest of times, like the bus or the grocery store, making me search madly through my purse for something to write on.
Follow me on my journey of many words.