What do I want to say?
What do I want to say?

What do I want to say?

Too much. I’ve got stacks and stacks of journals, domain names, characters, story ideas, videos, photography dating back to 1985.

I’m attempting now, at almost 46 years old, to organize it all, right here, under my own name. I usually write as a character like Dr. Nutmeg or Super Gringa or Le Clumsy Cook.

Now it’s just me. Stripped down, nekked, pure, raw me.