I used to write for a living. Now I bake. I would continue writing even if no one read me. I wouldn't know what to do with a bunch of unsold, stale cakes!

Three things I can do really well are swearing, cooking, and swearing while cooking.

I used to be married. Now I'm not.

I used to be sad. Now, I'm a little sadder. Some days I'm happy, like chocolate chips on vanilla ice cream.

Things that rock my world -

sunsets, mountains, watching sunsets from mountains, yellow roses and pink wine, dark dark dark chocolate, cold cuts and cheese, tuna salad, a mint after coffee, coffee after a brownie, tight hugs that last a lifetime, the smell of wet earth, squishy sand between my toes, memories, lots of memories, that place, that house that's always in my heart, writing my heart out, singing out loud, listening to my favourite songs in a loop, fabulous photography, and the beautiful brown eyes of a dog.

Things that you can leave outside my door - religious fanaticism, cricket, lies, ulterior motives, and bad breath.

Ditch the masks when you meet me. Until then, write to me - thecloudcutter[at]gmail[dot]com - or not.