I don't think there's anything wrong being a dreamer.

It’s said that All Hallows’ Eve is one of the nights when the veil between the worlds is thin - and whether you believe in such things or not, those roaming spirits probably believe in you, or at least acknowledge your existence, considering that it used to be their own. Even the air feels different on Halloween, autumn-crisp and bright.

I am tired of trying to hold things together that cannot be held. Trying to control what cannot be controlled. I am tired of denying myself what I want for fear of breaking things I cannot fix. They will break no matter what we do.

This is not magic. This is the way the world is, only very few people take the time to stop and note it.

I draft quickly and then revise, a lot.

I am a fan of magic and fantasy, particularly when it's grounded in reality.

I think that's a hallmark of a really good story that it has readers that it speaks to more than others.