Meet Mrs. Machina

I am a story teller, a runner, a mother.  A rock star in my own head.  A porn star behind closed doors.  A wife on paper, a girlfriend in practice.  A wordcrafter, storydancer, sentence slayer, the archenemy of punctuation.  The alpha and the Omega of an alternate universe that exists solely in my narcissistic brain.

If I had to choose between a boson or a fermion, I would definitely have to say I am squarely in fermion territory.  For no other like me can occupy the throne in my kingdom.

My happy place is the silence between the book ends of two perfectly chosen words.  I am the In-Between Girl.

I believe that oft times the wordiest among us are the ones who have the least to say.  And those who are uncomfortable in the silence between are those who only see the world with their eyes.

I have an incredibly swollen ego with very little between my ears to back it up.

I have a shallow and unrealistic standard of feminine beauty.  I do not meet my own standard.

I am a jackass-in-the-box.  My own saving grace.  A deplorable device for writers all, yet magical if used correctly.   That is my daily mantra.  I'm a big, fat liarpants. 

When I was a kid, I used to tell my mom that if I had been born a boy, I would probably be in jail for smackin' a bitch.

I think I am a lot smarter than I really am.

I am completely full of shit.

And if you read my writing, your face will get stuck that way.