I grew up in the sprawling urban desert city of Las Vegas and its smaller rural counterpart of Pahrump. At 17, I was a first-generation college student from a low-income family, so I couldn’t afford to visit campuses. If you ask why I chose the creative writing program at a small liberal arts college in Central Pennsylvania, I wouldn’t be able to tell you.
I rode a Greyhound across the country to a school I had never seen, on little more than a childish whim, and it was the best thing I’ve ever done.
It was a slow realization, really.
Despite producing accomplished works during college, I took less joy in the creating aspect than the workshopping, peer reviews, and camaraderie of seeing my cohort’s pieces evolve.
I’m trained in the technical aspects of creative writing, I have a great ear for developing savory prose, and I delight in coaxing the best from writers.