I obsess. I know that. But I find myself thinking there's something these people are trying to say to me. Not the famous people, they've been done. I mean the forgotten souls that haunt the outskirts. The souls haunt, and they're haunted, too. Maybe something that was too painful to say out loud when they lived, and I can't help but think I need to find that thing. It may be ugly, but not shameful. Not any more. After all, everyone they knew is dead, as they are. Choices they made, didn't make, didn't think were choices at all, but shaped them into the people they were. Forgotten by time no more...

Biography, Contact Author, Message Board, Read Reviews,