About Me

I was a writer before I knew what a “writer” was. I would say I was born one, but that sounds way too esoteric and eyeroll-inducing. All I know is that when I was a kid, I’d ask for baby name books for my birthday because I was obsessed with finding the most appropriate names for my characters. I drew pictures of the houses they lived in and the schools they attended. I thought about the clothes they wore, the way they smiled, the friends they had, the hopes they harbored.

Not much has changed since the days I wrote Dick-and-Jane type tales on that paper with the absurdly wide lines. Writing was, and still is, an opportunity to create a world, to give life to the “what ifs” that keep me up at night.

“My stories run up and bite me on the leg. I respond by writing down everything that goes on during the bite. When I finish, the idea lets go and runs off.” Ray Bradbury

What’s weird is that everything in my life is scheduled (my day planner can attest to this) except my writing. I believe that a story demands to be written, when the time is right, or when those proverbial stars align. I usually get a line in my head and it sticks there, taunting me, daring me almost, to ignore it. PEOPLE WHO KNEW ME started this way. Every story I’ve written starts this way.

Some Basics

  • I’m 30-something (I’m not being coy; I just don’t want to have to update this page every time I have a birthday)
  • I fit many writer stereotypes: I love cats and cardigans and hot tea and booze and rain and Bob Dylan
  • I don’t like socializing with large groups of people. And sometimes I don’t even like socializing with small groups of people
  • When I got my first apartment, a long time ago, my mom gave me a wooden sign that says, “Home is where your story begins”
  • My home is, and always has been, in Southern California