I wanted to be a photojournalist when I was a kid. My father always had copies of LIFE, National Geographic, and TIME magazines lying around and the idea of taking pictures for a living while traveling the world seemed like one hell of way to make a living to me, even then. I'm a casual photographer, and I've got a decent eye, but it's never been something I was destined to be top-in-class at.
Reading was always my addiction (still is)--and when I stumbled upon Anne Rice at 13 or 14 years old, I was done. I thought, "THIS. This is it. Writing is what I want to do."
I'm a global wanderer. I'm on the road in some form or another at least six months out of the year. But when I'm not boarding planes, trains and automobiles, I'm kicking back on the lush, airy, Art Deco building-lined streets of Miami Beach. You see, I'm a nomad. I suspect I was born that way, but I think I've got the soul of a Latina, and Miami, of all the cities, countries and vistas I've seen, has always felt comfortable to me.