I am the founder of the SL Shakespeare Company, sLiterary, Ina Centaur Enterprises, and Primtings Museum. Endeavors that each has an island in Second Life. I am also the founder of dozens of other smaller projects (to me at lesat), which some others would take to be legitimate corporations from the outside, at least.

I start things because it is in my nature to create—and also because I'm (fatally) a girl in RL, and can't go about spawning families ubiquitously like franchises. True, like quickly scattered seeds, much of what I create does not get fully developed, due to how I seem to be interested in everything and doing everything. But, seriously, though, creating is just something I have to do—something that is natural to me.

I begin with an idea—which, might sometimes come out of nowhere. But, often, the idea is incubated and I gedanken with it as I go about a previous or current project. Sometimes, I'd wake up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, with the complete plan of the project in my head—totally bursting to get up and start going at it. It's these moments of epiphany when I would suddenly for a very brief instant see completely how it'd work, and the beauty of it becomes more than orgasmic. The completeness would fade, of course, and become just a rough plan for the realization of an idea. But, that would be enough to keep me happy for as long as I can continue to develop the project. When I don't have a project I'm obsessed with, these are bleak times when I'd wake up in the middle of the night with this impossibly empty feeling that man is forlorn, and there's no meaning to life.

If there is anything such as fate, then I think mine is to create—no matter the circumstance. I've imagined survival scenarios and desperate ones as well. I have this groundless fear that I might wind up being a prisoner up for execution, and I'd imagine myself creating until the end—even if I'm tied up in chains, I'd still be thinking up story motifs and expanding on ideas in my head. In Second Life, I've continued creating despite people actively trying to violate and destroy my creations; I become bitter and disgusted that there are people petty enough to exist to do that, but, in the end, the act of creation, the act of finding, helps me believe in humanity again, and is basically my jai guru deva om.