I'm a curvaceous redhead who nearly always has a book in one hand. I've got two kids. I know everyone thinks their kids are perfect, but mine really are; we regularly get complimented by strangers for how well-behaved we all are in public places like restaurants. I've been divorced for longer than I was married. I help rescue retired racing greyhounds by giving them rides from the tracks to the adoption agencies. Just like everyone else, I'm creative, quirky and well worth getting to know.
I didn't survive the zombipocalypse in June 2007. I like to think I died well and I saved others. You can read about it at my blog (http://deza.livejournal.com/2007/06/13/).
I also know how many licks it takes to get to the center of Tootsie-Pop. The owl was wrong.
My passion is ...
learning
I know too much about ...
way too much trivia
My parents always told me ...
good girls don't do that!
My childhood ambition ...
to be a cryptozoologist
Why I write ...
I don't have a choice. It consumes me.
The car never even slowed down. With a muted thump, the tiny scrap of fur and bone flew through the air to land at Grace's stiletto-clad feet. She stopped herself just before stepping on it, the froth from her end-of-work latte slopping out of the tiny sip-opening on the coffee lid and onto the silk-wool blend of her skirt. "Crap," she muttered to herself as she knelt down, setting the coffee on the sidewalk. The suit was dry-clean only. As much as Dennis liked seeing her in expensive clothes, you'd think just once he'd offer to pay for cleaning the damn things. The dog at her feet had muc...
More..Marna Martin
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