Since I was very young, I have loved to write. I began a long time ago with a story about a family of beavers. Much to my chagrin and against my unrelenting insistence, my teacher never read it to the class. Eventually, when I was older, I realized that perhaps the storyline was a bit inappropriate for a second grade class (I was much too young back then to know incest and betrayal were bad things…). Perhaps it was a predictor of my future as a writer of somewhat dark novels. Now that I am taking on adult fiction, I feel like the shackles have come off and I can approach my writing in a way I never have before (or in a way I haven’t since I was in 2nd grade). I am excited for this new adventure and the chance to take this risk.