If I were a tree, I would tell the story of my dangling leaves, of their love manifesto in the sundry shades of ochers at the summer’s end, of their soundless goodbyes until the very last one of them free-falls from my naked limbs. I would recount the heart-wrenching tale of their noble sacrifice so that I could live.
If I were a wave, I would pen the adventure of my ride over the ocean depths, of the conversation with the exuberant gales of wind pushing at my back. I would describe the sensation in my belly, pregnant with sea life, and of my romping death by the caress of the sands.
If a bird I were – any bird at all – I would reveal the secrets of the whispering wind, and passionately articulate, the best way I could, the sense of freedom as my wings cut the airstream.
I write because I have to. Imagination nurtures me, and expression… well expression is what I am.
Genre I write or read: fantasy, sci-fiction, mysteries, and good literary fiction from time to time for a semblance of balance.
Perceived skills (whether I have them or not): creativity, curiousity, analytical, plot building, fluent in Spanish.
Things I enjoy – in no particular order: healing essential oils, ballroom dancing, animals and quirky people.