A rather dreary Niagra Falls.
(Word)smithin’ Since Six
I wrote my first short story in second grade. Its aim was to illustrate the Cape Cod sunset, and my chief analogy was a “ripening peach.”
The two ensuing decades saw a smorgasbord of projects: plays, screenplays, (cringeworthy) poetry, a 500-page YA manuscript about ninjas with supernatural powers — and most recently, a 90,000-word work of creative non-fiction.
Writing is my jam and eudaemonia. Discovering new places to stick my wordsmith’s thumbprint is a passion. Beneath it all: an entrepreneurial bent and conviction to be at the vanguard storytelling.