What would you like to be when you grow up?

I had a lot of glib answers to that question as a child. Marine biologist. Cartoonist. Underwater basket-weaver. Professional liar. The honest truth is I genuinely had no idea what I wanted to do, and in some respects, I still don’t.

In addition to being a voracious reader, I was also a consistent scribbler as a child. Like Harriet Welch in Louise Fitzhugh’s Harriet the Spy, I always carried a notebook with me in which I drew and wrote stories. Like art, like piano, like roller-blading, writing was another hobby of mine, something I did because I enjoyed it. I liked to think and I liked to read my thoughts. Therefore, I wrote. I wrote everything from letters to stories to novels to academic papers (I actually like writing papers) and have never stopped.

Occasionally, other people like to read what I write. If you’re one of those people, feel free to browse the links on the right. If you even want me to contribute an article or a guest post or two, please contact me and I’d be more than willing to discuss it with you.