Writing

I am highly dedicated to the craft of writing, and have been for as long as I can remember. As a novelist, I strive to challenge the status quo, and subsequently reshape the way we think about our world. Perhaps this is appropriate for someone enthralled by neurons and synaptic plasticity. In my writing, I embrace life’s messy complexities in the most loving way possible.

Readers of Octavia Butler and Marion Zimmer Bradley might enjoy my work. I am currently seeking representation for my latest novel, “Apocalypse of 435.”

I honestly do not remember when I started writing; before I could either write or read, I was telling stories to my stuffed animals like a Roman orator would give a speech to the Senate (okay, with considerably less eloquence). I remember my first written stories were about cat-people defending their turf from invading humans…oh wait, no, forgive me: the dolphins in their multicolored castle inspired by a Lisa Frank drawing came first, and then it was the cat-people. I think I could even still give you all of the cat-peoples’ names on command if necessary. Writing has always been a corner stone fundamental of my identity and how I navigate life. I’ve written about warrior fairies when times were solid, a blue-haired scientific genius while in a rough patch, a romance between that scientific genius and a power-wielding goddess during some very dark times in the scientific career, and over the course of almost two decades, detailed the complex theories of aliens regarding humanity. I appear to fall on the lengthier spectrum of writing, in that from the beginning I was writing novel-length works. It is of tantamount importance to me that I stay genuine to the people I write about.

Excerpts from “Letter to an Early Bioscientist of Color”

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