I often write by candlelight in order to work in harmony with my ancestors. Something happens during these uninterrupted hours of reclusiveness, these hours where nothing else matters.
The words flow and come from those ancient places...places and countries where I once lived and died several times as a man and woman: ancient Greece, the Middle East, Scotland, Turkey, England...the Americas.
The stories I write are more than fragments from a creative imagination. But rather from deep and hidden spaces. These are stories that yearn to be heard, yearn to be seen...stories that yearn to matter.