Instead of describing myself - I think I'll just riff on whatever surfaces:
Bent, dredged fully-out loaded brain psyche spelling the name of what next comes is hoping star shots wish-less sky make love under meteor showers sand on my back relentless swamp dance of low hanging moss trifles - tears of the Cyprus trees sunk into the green yellow pink magenta vermilion sage muck. I say I say hey ...
I'm 49 and just went through some rather painful and unexpected changes. Time to put my life together again. In Michigan now, I hope to relocate. I'm verging on a new career but I have anxiety issues that make office work tricky. Normally, I've a good sense of humor, love music, and have published four novels.
Someone that is as passionate and dedicate as a writers, as she is a true friend. I would love to share one day with that special friend the true passion on writing. Maybe, one day we could write a book together.