I have a journal from when I was eight years old that starts off with, “When I grow up, I want to be a writer.”

Though I’ve always considered myself a writer, I didn’t really get serious about it until I was in my mid-30s. Part of that was figuring out how to live a writer’s life and arrange my life to support my writing habit. The other part was finding the courage to live my dream. This is the biggest dream I’ve ever had, and if I started living it, what would happen if I failed?

I finally realized that I wouldn’t fail. There’s no such thing as failure. Failing just means more work, and I’m not afraid of hard work. When it comes down to it, success is actually more frightening, because that means re-definition.

I no longer have a day job. As of April 2014, I’m writing full time.

When I’m not writing, reading, or goofing off, I also hike, work out,  do yoga, try new restaurants, knit, volunteer, make quilts, travel, play, and in general, have a good time.

I hope you’ve enjoyed my web site.