- "How do I feel about my mother?"
- I remember the first time I met Kumari. She smelled of gunmetal, blood and death. I hated her.
- I'm not a god, despite all evidence to the contrary.
- They wanted me to eat fire.
I write contemporary women's fiction, and some really weird short stories. In this blog, I plan to talk about writing, and my path towards publication. Stick around. (For the time being I am not blogging on any regular schedule.)