Just Like A Kitten That Thinks Its

When I Told You I Didn't Want You It Was The Blackest Kind Of Blasphemy

I Was A Vampire, And She Had The Sweetest Blood I’d Smelled In Eighty Years.

And It Was Different Because I'd Already Lost Her So Many Times, So Many Ways, In My Head. And Different Because She Was Never Really Mine To Lose. And Different Because This Wasn't My Fault.

Once People Start Throwing Wet Stuff, I Go Inside.

I Feel Like Reading Really Defined Me As A Writer Because I Lived My Life Outside Of My Own Body For So Much Of My Life And I Loved It. I've Always Been A Reader. I Think Living All Those Stories Served Me To Naturally Take That Next Step To Creating.