Her first word is book. By age four – big brown nymph eyes and impossibly skinny legs – she is reading, caught already by the power of words. Days pass with the world completely unnoticed, her nose deep in the spine of a new story – it’s too good to look up from. High school creative writing classes produce snippets of humour, a flash of talent perhaps.
It’s a skill often forgotten as she pursues the world of business at university. But then she travels. And the words start to come again. Sights, sounds, impressions, moments – they all have to go somewhere. With fingers flying, words begin to fill the screen. Gradually the knack of capturing what it feels like in the moment starts to come back.
Ever a paradox of creativity and systematic exactitude, she realizes that it is through the black and white of text on the page that she synthesizes the hazy gray of existence. It is here that her endless wealth of curiosity and imagination find space to cohabit with her love of rules and organization.