I play with language, I play with my experiences, with my history. I want the things I write to have a weight to them. To crunch into you with physicality, to grab you and shake you. I say things because they might fascinate, they might be beautiful, they might be true. I write because I'm looking for something. Or maybe just because I'm bored.
Sometimes I try on personalities like so many hats. Sweet, broken, charming, brutal, helpful, arrogant. . . I'm sure they all seemed like a good idea at the time. Sometimes I'm hurting and I want to puke up all the badness, all the ugliness, here, so I don't carry it with me all day. Here is a place I'm allowed to bleed and people can only watch, can't touch. Sometimes I'm just hunting for pretty words, and the meaning is of little import.
Occasionally I'll even be direct, but I prefer a sparkle or two of pixie dust, and a dash of brimstone, with my stories. They certainly aren't untrue, but they are heightened, focused, targeted. I write with intention, with flair. For fun and profit. Well, for fun anyway.
Why would I want to be dull?
