The things I can’t say out loud, I write down.


Dear Reader,

I can’t tell you who I am or what I am for there is far too much but these words draw a picture, sometimes pretty most times not but I promise you it will be intriguing. The depths of who I am, the inner workings of my mind. My fears, my escapes, my guilt, my love and my joy, all this finds a home in the words I write and I’m inviting you, dear reader into my home.