paper

i have always been attracted to paper

Pencils and notebooks have always fascinated me. I wanted them. Still do. Yet they were mostly empty, except for a snippet here and there. Or a sketch. Then in 1997, something happened to open my mind to the words inside. Words that needed to get out. Words still trying to escape.

I write to put on paper what I want out of my head and write on the margins of books, scorecards, magazines, napkins.

Words are dynamic & fluid, they move. I like that because I like | need change and movement, even in stillness and silence, which at times ground me.

I type too, but often write on paper, as it draws out gushing thoughts that seem almost unstoppable so that I can barely keep up.

Never imagined that I would write a novel, nor did I set out to do so, even though I’ve had a love affair with paper since young, writing and sketching, then hiding or tossing most of it … until something I wrote and threw out and then, by chance, grabbed back.