The two things an author spills most often: blood and ink - hence, the name of my blog. When you write, one of the key skills you need to develop is the ability to clean up a mess. In most instances, the mess is a personal one. The mass of your emotions on a page. The train wreck of trying to craft them into clean lines that still carry the echo of a nightmare. It's neither neat nor pretty in process.
As a child, I was always the one who would run home for Band-Aids and a wet washcloth when someone else was injured. At first, I thought maybe I should become a doctor. In later years, I realized that behavior was more reflective of my editorial skills - when I see bleeding, I try to stop it. I'm not a doctor, but I am a fixer.
But in addition to fixing others, I build my own work as well. And it often happens that tinkering with the work of others allows me to go back to my own creations and see where they are weak, where they need work. Writing is a never-ending self-education.
So, I'm a fledgling writer and editor ("emerging writer" in the professional terminology), as well as a gamer and fashionista. I realize those things sound like polar opposites, but I can assure you I get equally excited when discussing Margaret Atwood, Wil Wheaton and Olivier Theyskens. And shades of all three cultures pop up in my writing, so you may see some rather unusual elements combining to create very unique wholes.