I don’t always have the time to write a complete novel – it’s much easier to find the time to spit out a thousand words in the small spaces of time I have available to me.
People often tell me that they couldn’t do what I do; sit down write something, right off the top of my head, and actually make some kind of sense. I’m just glad they think I make sense.
I have nurtured dreams of writing for a living for as long as I remember. As long as they were dreams they could not collapse. Then I couldn’t contain the genie in the bottle any longer. Words came out.