By day, I'm a domestic violence prosecutor. By night, I read romance to restore my faith in love, relationships, and humanity in general.
I am grateful for the callus on the side of the top knuckle of the middle finger of my right hand, which I have cultivated since I began writing 'stories' when I was eleven, and which I maintain even now that most of my writing is done by computer, not pen. I am grateful for the buzzing in my brain that lets me face the intimidating wasteland of an empty page and fill it with worlds of words. I am grateful for bursts of creative productivity, and I am hopeful that the recent scarcity of such bursts has more to do with the exhaustion of childrearing than the atrophying of my media-saturated mind.