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Warning: If you’re expecting me to write something serious here, you will be disappointed.
I can’t say I’m one of those writers who always KNEW they wanted to be a writer. Nor could I say I’ve been doing it all my life, though I did find some old notes I wrote my mom eons ago-I think I was five. My how time flies.
Growing up, I wanted to be a lawyer and a psychologist– obviously I’ve seen the light, though to be honest, I’ve never settled down into any career until I started writing. I’ve worked fast food, as a receptionist, an office manager (in a daycare that gets me bonus points), delivered pizza, did a stint at Wally World as a cashier, was a hairdresser for 5 years (oh the stories I could tell), and even worked one weekend waitressing in a strip club. And that’s just the stuff I got paid to do! These days I file stuff, answer phones and tweak websites to put food on the table-this is important when you have kids who grow faster than puppies-and write in my spare time.
I figure it was all training for the writing gig. That and all those Barbara Cartland romances I cut my teeth on.
The biggest ‘in family’ joke? I was supposed to be retarded. No, really! I was! I definitely qualify as weird and I’ll even confess to moments of exceptional underachievement, but I’m not slow (except before coffee). I’m opinionated and loud and super-silly… once you get to know me. I’m also one of those weird folk who believes in self expression (thus the tattoos and the pierced nose) and rule-breaking.
I don’t drink beer (why would I when God gave us Vodka?) and I don’t like football, but don’t tell the Powers that Be or they might revoke my Texas Citizenship. And I say ya’ll but never ya’ll all, cause that’s just wrong.
Last but not least, I’m a storyteller and a writer, and I’m here to entertain you.