I’m trying to remember the moment I decided to be a writer.  I don’t think I ever made a conscious decision to write, it was just part of my creative fabric. I gravitated towards creative writing and by the time I was a senior in high school, my classmates all kind of assumed I was going to be a writer.  At the end of my senior year, I was the recipient of the coveted English Department award. They gave me a paperback set of Hemingway’s work and a plaque, which I still have to this day.  Before I knew myself, the English department recognized my love for writing. It changed me and I will never forget it.

I moved to Washington DC in 2004 to attend George Washington University and pursue a B.A. in Religion.  While there, I fell in love with their metro system and the cinematic quality of winter in DC. One night during finals, I remember looking outside my apartment window to see the street empty, quiet, and completely covered in snow. The streetlights gave it a warm orange glow and I wrote for hours. The Postal Service’s “The District Sleeps Alone Tonight” was and will forever be my anthem.  Back then I wrote the kind of romantic poetry (Fred Flare, Harvest Magazine) I can no longer relate to– twenty-one was a good age for me.

I moved back to Hawaii in 2007 ready to decompress from my time in the District. I got a new partner in crime,  started shooting nightlife events around town, and became a contributing writer to the amazing  Hawaii Women’s Journal.

In April of 2010,  I relocated to Los Angeles for work and to focus more on my writing. It’s easy to get pulled in to the motivational current of the city.  The first time I saw the Hollywood sign, I didn’t believe it was real.  I almost expected to reach out far enough and touch the oily strokes of a painting.

I’m what they call a dreamer. I’ll go wherever my pen continues to write.

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