Every writer has their quirks - a driving passion, a sacred ritual, a cat. I have Christ, a soul full of love, a deep love for coffee. My words are my escape, and also my journey; they help me cope with the mess of this world, but also make sense of my place in it. In the end though, I am woman staring into the abyss of her life and preparing to take a plunge into the dark - because no one really knows what is coming next.