Hello there! So very nice to meet you, welcome to my little corner of the internet. Perhaps you’d like to know a little bit more about your (slightly insane, mildly delusional) host? Certainly! Happy to oblige.
I am a novelist in training. Sometimes I write non-fiction, but mostly I use historical fact to make up stories.
I am the oldest of three children. I am frequently bossy (it comes with the territory). My family is my rock–they support me when I need it the most and call shenanigans on me when my head gets too big. I hail from the Finger Lakes Region of New York but currently live in Philadelphia, PA with my boyfriend and our two Siamese cats. I read a lot–I mean a lot–and across many genres. The best gift anyone has ever given me was a library card at age seven and free reign of the library stacks.
Here are eight more or less fun facts about me.
- I am a published writer (oooo! ahhhh!). If you’re interested, you can find my (so far only) published piece in the Fringe Magazine archives.
- I Love writing in parentheticals (seriously, you’ll find a lot of parentheticals here on The Bleeding Typewriter).
- My beau invited me to join him abroad and live in sin while he was completing his dissertation research. I happily obliged, quitting my job as an adjunct instructor–I couldn’t get on the plane fast enough! If you’re interested, you can read about some of my adventures in India here. I love to travel and have an ever increasing list of places I’m desperate to visit.
- Hairless animals are an obsession. I once had a hairless rat (they are VERY intelligent animals, don’t judge!) and am dying to get a Sphynx cat. It may be a small mercy that my beau has put a moratorium on further cat adoptions as we currently are
ruled bylive with two demanding Siamese cats.
- I sew, knit, and craft. I call these Old Lady Sports. I like my Old Lady Sports.
- I hold an advanced degree in creative writing (aka an MFA). Please don’t hold it against me!
- Grammar is more than a hobby, it’s a lifestyle. Aside from world peace, my greatest wish is that every one learn the difference between you’re/your, too/to, there/their/they’re, and how to appropriately use the semi-colon. Also, friends, the Oxford comma is a GLORIOUS thing. For example: Let’s eat Grandma! vs. Let’s eat, Grandma! In the first, there’s a bit of cannibalism going on. In the second, dear old Grandma has been asked to join the rest of the family at the dinner table. The Oxford comma saves lives, people!
- If I could only eat one food for the rest of my life, I’d eat dill pickles. I probably wouldn’t live long, but I’d die happy. I can eat an entire jar–one of those large ones that you get at Costco or Sam’s Club–by myself in one sitting with no intestinal consequences.
This blog is a chronicle of my attempts to make my typewriter bleed in an effort to earn a coveted spot on a bookstore shelf. In between, I may talk about my cats. A lot.