What is a nice girl like me doing on a website like this?It is not a long story but perhaps one worth telling. I am a certified paralegal that has become a freelance writer. After nearly a decade working in the criminal justice system, I was forced to leave my employment due to my husband's job. After 22 years in the US Navy, my husband decided it was time for him to retire. Being the nice person that I am, (note: never be nice unless you actually MEAN it), I agreed to move to his home state of West Virginia which he had dearly missed for so long. As a Connecticut native, I grew up knowing about peculiar oddities of nature such as "summer people" and "tourist season" and was quite distressed about leaving the shoreline but I ventured on and packed up to move to the hills of West Virginia. So here I am, in the middle of God's country, 40 minutes to the nearest Wal-Mart. (I didn't know that was even possible in this day and age). The road is treacherous on a good day, downright lethal in the winter. It takes a four-wheel drive vehicle and a farm tractor just to get out of my driveway when it snows. Needless to say, employment in my field is scarce in this part of the world. After spending 2 years with only "dial-up" service for the Internet, I am thrilled to finally have cable and high speed Internet and have begun searching on the net for ways to "peddle my skills" from the safety of my chair.
I recently published my first fiction novel and have written dozens of short stories and poems. I currently write for two blogs and have a website that I designed and write all articles for.
My passion is ...
Writing
I know too much about ...
Everything
My parents always told me ...
There is no such thing as a free lunch
My childhood ambition ...
To be a writer
My favorite memory ...
My brother returning home from Vietnam
Why I write ...
To tell the stories my way.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
Lisey's Story by Stephen King
My first job ...
Waitress in my parent's restaurant - age 13
My best moment ...
Having my three children
My inspiration ...
Myself
WHERE DREAMS BEGIN PROLOGUE She watched the arrival of the storm from the jagged cliffs that rose above the rocky shores of the great house. The dark clouds moved swiftly across the sky, covering the glistening stars and full, silver autumn moon with their gray billowing veil. The wind tore her black cloak away from her slender body, its icy fingers grasping and tugging at her as the cold rain stung her fair skin with small, sharp, cutting bites. Her long flaxen hair whipped about her face in a wild frenzy, striking her face with wet lashes and blocking her large, sapphire eyes from viewin...
More..Cynthia A. Hudson
Member since: October 2007
Articles Written: 6