Reasons people think I write sarcastic love poems: I'm a bitter spinster who casts her wine into the fire as she recalls the tragedy that was her romantic history; the only way to cope is to bash my blood-lusting fingers into the keys and call it a love poem. Why I actually write: I can't take anything seriously in life, including love. But hey, maybe I will be an angry spinster living "the good life" in a dark tower, throwing wine, and making angry poetry someday. Don't knock it 'till you try it.