When I was little, my family had this huge field behind our house– it used to be for a farm, but we only ever used it so the dogs had a place to frolic– and my father would take me on “Safaris” in this old yellow jeep. We would point on imaginary buffalos and giraffes while he looked for real snakes or pricker bushes to get out.
He made a chore into a story– an adventure. That’s what I want to do. Turn the mundane into the extraordinary; to galvanize my ideals and make them into something interesting.
When it comes down to it, the things I care most about are stories and adventures. This is why I write– to make my own stories. Not to lessen the complexity of the world, but to explain it narratively.
I hope that my stories can do the same for you.
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