Well, I'm a mommy of one.
A drinker of #coffee (lots and lots of coffee).
And a #Writer of #bookboyfriends and #happyeverafters.
Usually. Sometimes I write other shit too. Children's books. Crime Thrillers. Blogs, apparently. I'm not one to stifle creativity, I find it only feeds the insanity I'm trying to soothe.
The stereotypical writer through and through,
I find hiding out alone in my office or garden, cut off from society
where I can pursue my obsessive compulsions in peace
& carry on uninterrupted conversations with my imaginary friends
while I sip coffee, to be all the rage.
I like people too.
The real ones.
But I'm shy and often awkward, and I'm told intimidating (trust me, no one is more surprised by this than I am), so I don't show it well.
If we meet - please don't hold this against me.
I use the word f*ck an awful lot. I assure you, I'm not suffering from a limited vocabulary. I'm fluent in two languages and can muddle my way through another few if need be. I just like it. Maybe because I didn't rebel enough as a teenager. Fuck if I know.
These days, life is a solid stream of awesome craziness compliments of my kid and two dogs, and obviously, the getting to write and live my dream business, helps too 😛
