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Precocious and perfectionist, moody but self-modifying, severe yet silly, thirty years in I’ve discovered and been many versions of myself, and I’m confident I will discover and be many more in time. The most direct answer I can expect to give though, if someone were to ask me seriously over coffee what I do, is “writer”. Over a longer lunch I might begin to explain who I am; over the whole day what the question means.

Since my discovery of the wordsmith-ing gene at the age of nine, my writing process has seemed like a long tête-à-tête—the two heads are mine, but one is on the inside while the other is (the?) outside. The boundaries are flexed by my self-consciousness, in the philosophical sense, though I'm often also subject to the personality trait.

I like to overwork my senses by experiencing the world around me from much more than sight, sound and smell. I focus a lot on the “feel” of things. When nothing is observable I make things up. I like to write about touching the untouchable and words that sound like “syrup” and mean things like “onism”.

Do you remember the first breath you took the last time you met someone for the first time? How does the color of your hands compare to water, the walls, the sky or anything else they come in contact with? Have you looked at a painting with such concentration that you were afraid you might fall in?

I’m a self-diagnosed over-thinker, and in blending the sensual with the scholarly I'm preoccupied with slice-of-life moments that are so discrete when they pass, they sort of fall out of our conscious minds while remaining imprinted in our senses. My narrators and characters tend to live, breathe and think in stream-of-consciousness, existing in time experienced as duration—unhurried and unmeasured. Through immediacy and intimacy, I’m compelled to grant them the agency to reflect on their being and becoming in visual detail, as they live the lives they live, whatever those may be, inviting the reader to be both onlooker and participant. The expressions are deep, the focus is quirky, but I believe these are truths we’re all considering at a deep level of the self if only we could learn to see what the overly complicated frame of a grotesquely simplified feeling looks like. 

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