I am a wife, a mother, a writer, a knitter, a gardener and lover of nature, a blogger, a cookie baker, an editor, a creative genius, sometimes a madwoman.
I am a writer who has never been interested in finding an agent. At all.
I’m a fine editor, but don’t feel like an authority and dislike taking that tone on my blog. Yet I mostly post on Coming Down the Mountain about writing, editing and publishing issues– just not as an expert.
I am with a small press and have absolutely no desire to go anywhere else. Yet I think I am ambitious. Sort of.
I am not 30-something. I am as old as your grandma. I’m totally uncool.
I am not thin and attractive. It’s really hard for me to find any photos that make me look halfway decent. You won’t see photos of beautiful me plastered all over my website and blog. It’s all I can do to get one for an avatar that doesn’t make me look like a witch.
I don’t drink coffee or alcohol like writers have done through the ages. I eat cookies. I shouldn’t, but I do anyway. I love cookies.
I am not outgoing. Which is why I am much more comfortable talking to you like this instead of in person. And why I no longer do book signings and events. However, I will make an exception to that policy when and if I ever go to the UK, my dream destination.
I love to get emails. Contact me: email@example.com