About me
I live in Virginia. When I was a child, my father, an avid hunter, mounted a deer head in the middle of the living room. The deer, of course, was dead, or so they said. Still, I felt its glassy eyes on me all the time, tracking my every movement when I was nearby.
Now I am 27 years old and have long since been out on my own. The deer head is still up and about, though. My father continues to maintain that my imagination was just running wild.
Whatever. I know better.
These days, though, I have more productive things to do than let deer heads freak me out. I work at a newspaper as a copy editor and designer. In my free time, I hike, savor frappuccinos and struggle valiantly in tennis.
I started writing when I was a child and have taken a few breaks over the years. But I am back now and raring to go.
