. . . WRITES
Because there is something magical with how feelings become words by that great act that is writing. Because that is the kind of magic that when mastered is very rewarding. Because it is a craft that comes from the heart and captures the reality of observed and experienced life.
. . . READS
Stories about life, love, loss, pain, anger, hunger, the beyond, law, races, crashes, investigations, spies, taxes, and everything that makes the world go round and flat.
. . . IS
Not into social networking sites. A food-lover. A mood-swing expert. A close-friend-keeper. A walking irony who likes to keep her silence, especially when words are most expected. A fair cross between the caretaker and the needy. Into travels involving new places. Not much of a social maniac. The home buddy who gets bored when stuck in her house.
Yeah, that's me. Basically and complicatedly. Although, as this is not a blog about me, maybe we can do away with lengthy self-descriptions. Besides, you're on the wrong page for that; you should be here.
