I am a writer of fiction

I think I've finally decided what I should to with the rest of my life (however that may be now with earthquakes in the backyard)

i once dreamed about running away with the circus. i said I wouldn't mind selling cotton candy or corn dogs as long as I got to travel in a caravan with line dancers and midgets with webbed toes.

then I had silly Hollywood dreams. They weren't mine, they seeped under my skin through osmosis. I even dieted a bit and went to yoga. Had a facial or two.

My most recent dream was to be of use. Like a fork, a power-tool or a nurse.


But for now I've decided that I am a writer of fiction.