I call myself a writer, but in truth I’ve always been drawn to mediums that pair words with other forms of art. In college, I majored in theatre because I loved the way the script could take on new meaning based on an actor’s pause or how a set piece is lit; the mood and context could change with each choice, freeing a writer’s work to express something even she might not have known was there.
With zines, the words can be written upside down, or drawn in large block letters, or into a caption for a drawing. White space can be placed where the reader needs it, or taken away. I love the messiness that draws out my already raw memoir writing onto the page. The difference between what I’ll write by hand and the carefully-crafted essays on my blog is striking, a beautiful complement that shouldn’t surprise me, as I was always an expressive letter writer back when you needed stamps to communicate with people far away.
If you like the writing on my blog, you'll be surprised by what you find here. And if you are drawn to honest storytelling that is not afraid of the dark, you've come to the right place.