I need a coffee. How am I supposed to write without a coffee? It’s completely unheard of. But if I have a coffee now, I’ll never get to sleep. And I suppose I’m only writing this because what else is there to do but write, write, write, and hope, amongst all the words, that something beautiful is released?

Hello. I’m Sara — one of your fellow beating, breathing human beings. I came here to orgasm all over the page. To rejoice in Ideas and Art and Examination. To tell you stories of legend, horror and the uncanny. To paint verbal portraits of kids and pirates, junkies and vegans, musicians and check-out chicks. To capture lyrical photographs of puppy dogs and rock stars, zoo keepers and athletes, men and women, friends, pretends, and strangers.

This is just the beginning.