K.N. Alexander

I've got this fantasy.

I was showering in the dark when I heard it: a character whose voice came alive in that dim, watery stall. Who refused to be muted and demanded an audience.

My fantasy is not about the characters who live and breathe as I think about them, dream about them, and cherish them.

It's about sharing them with you.

I am working on my first manuscript, and I love every beautiful, candid, hair-ripping moment.

It's about a woman who has suffered greatly, and the horror and joy she endures as she finds her way to happiness. It's about the love and the light that even a damaged soul can carry.

This page highlights my journey as interpreter and slave to the voice that demanded my attention in that dark shower--as the corporal fingers that record the story of an unrecognized character, drifting in the cosmic space, waiting for a place in your lap.