I bleed words. I dream in narrative. Furthermore, I live in infinite worlds. I befriend fig mental characters. I wish on stars in other galaxies. I harvest stories from a brooding muse. I bloom under moonlight in hushed seclusion. I am a writer.

— Richelle E. Goodrich

If there weren’t so many interesting conversations taking place inside my head, I might venture to speak out loud.

— Richelle E. Goodrich