THERE was a child went forth every day; And the first object he look’d upon, that object he became; And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain part of the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years. ”
—Walt Whitman (In this way, I write the world that I see, wherever that may lead me.)
I am a writer living in Issaquah, WA. I have two recent stories in the anthology Dreams in Shadow, and my first novel Indian Summer will be out in July. I look forward to meeting other writers on Red Room.