The Backstory
I have been writing as long as I can remember. When I was in elementary school, I used to type out these silly little “articles” and stories on our electric typewriter, and then cut them up and pasted them onto a bigger sheet of paper. I drew pictures to go along with some of the pieces, or beg my mom (who was-and is-much better at drawing) to do it for me. My dad would copy them at work, and I would pass them out to everyone I saw.
This is the high-tech version of that.
I have ample time to skulk around Tremont seeking out expensive martinis, great food, and a fuckton of art (we have a good number of galleries 'round here). I torture coddle the little puppy, am spoiled by The Boy, stalk blogs, write, paint, and sometimes I am known to clean the house in an evening gown. (Taffeta makes scrubbing toilets more bearable.)
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