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I call this the book of keeping me alive. It doesn’t matter if any of it is true. It’s what I know.
These days, reality is a cold, hollowed bone and waking into it on the daily sucks a big one. So I tell myself stories to make these moments livable. Because without words, I would be well and truly dead. And in my absence from this world would come a haunting. The moment I leave, a darkness will death rattle its way in, and no one will even know to stop it. So, I’m not writing these words for me. I’m writing them for you.
|What I Write||
Surreal, weird, horrific. Young adult and old adult.
“If You Can’t Take the Heat, Don’t Hire a Yeti,” Menacing Hedge
“Sheela of the Good Shepherd,” Three-Lobed Burning Eye
I plan to write a rough draft of “The Pallbearers,” my latest YA novel.
I would like to raise at least $600 for Clarion West this year.