My life has been unusual to say the least. I am not sure that I have it in me to tell every story of a crazy life lived with survival in mind. I have told some of my story. And I will likely tell more. Still tonight I was talking to other writers in a get to know you kind of way. I realized that to an outsider my life sounds like fiction.
Which is fine, it is what made me. I have seen the monsters that hide behind the eyes of men. I learned how to survive, after living with no running water and living homeless. I learned how to be adaptable for living with moving often during formidable years. Still learning. I am now learning how to see my own worth through the eyes of amazing women who see me as being worthwhile. They are strong and creative with amazing talent. And I am a part of this group. Over the next six months I will be in the Fiction expedition hosted by the amazing Debbie Burns. By the end of it I will have Rust, Gore, and the Junkyard Zombie ready for my editor’s lovely care.