I’ve always been drawn to the extravagant, and often find I exist simultaneously between two worlds. Writing starblood allowed me to explore that extravagance which saturates one of those dueling worlds; my dreamscape of fantasy, stardom, and legacy. I am attracted to the absurdity of fame, and first accessed it easily by desecrating and rebuilding the words of relevant pop-culture icons that fascinate me. This led to an outpouring of my own thoughts and ambitions, and thus I found power and expression in this ridiculous pain that I experience on a daily basis. My hope is that it resonates with anyone struggling to define success, those that are scared of being forgotten, and anyone who harbors a deep desire with fear of judgement. I want starblood to both challenge and reaffirm our preconceived notions of the celebrity lifestyle. So, I dream of being a popstar. Why does that revelation carry with it so much shame?