I have always loved being caught in a story.
I remember reading Matilda as a child. After I finished the book, I sat on the end of my bed, a piece of chalk on the desk in front of me, and tried to move that chalk with my eyes.
I read The Time Traveler’s Wife on a plane and sobbed through the last fifty pages. I didn’t make eye contact with my neighbors for fear they’d cringe at the crazy lady who couldn’t stop crying.
I’ve read All the King’s Men more times than I can count, and every time I finish a big meal, I think about his perfect description: “I had just managed to get down the last spoonful of chocolate ice cream, which I had to tamp down into my gullet like wet concrete in a posthole…”
Yup, I’m a reader.
I’m so much of a reader that I’m also a writer. I started writing as a child because I wanted to create worlds of my own. Years later, I’ve continued because writing provides me the space to be profoundly empathetic. I can shed my skin, my life, and my worries for the skin, life, and worries of another. It’s a welcome relief.
I’m a writer because I love to ask questions. And I’ve found that some answers can only be uncovered in stories. How would you live if you were a doctor and your infant child died because you missed the symptoms? What does searching for meteorites in Antarctica entail? Under what circumstances might an artist compromise her body in exchange for her artistic dreams? I’ve explored these questions, and more, in my writing: see “Permeable,” “Journal from the Field,” and “Form Ever Follows Function.”
I want to help you connect with great stories. Read more of my writing here. Or join my community of readers, Must Read Fiction, where I offer recommendations for fabulous reads, share interviews with authors, and free giveaways.
Let’s get caught in a great story together.