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I sink onto the red couch in my office, the torn, stained cushion barely soft anymore. My cats, Ma and Pa, jump into my lap, nuzzling my face and hands. Their black and white tuxedo fur blurs as a fresh round of tears falls. Out of habit, I open the small fridge in my office.

“Son of a bitch!” I shout. The cats hiss.

I stalk out to the kitchen. The fridge door smacks the wall: empty. Cupboards, behind the stove and fridge, in the junk drawer, even the god damned mouth wash is gone.

“Fucking hell!” I shout.

“Are you alright?”

I whip around, breath heaving in my chest. Jacoby stands behind me, brushing dirt from his hands into the trash.

“Where’s my stuff?” I tower over him, one inch taller and twice as mad.

“I saw you come home. Bit early in the day, isn’t it?” he asks, his voice sharp, accusing. “Get fired?”

I rear my first back. The last of my whiskey got me home, but it wasn’t enough and I begin to sober up.

“You going to divorce me if I did?”

He ducks when I swing. “Third damn DUI in the last three months and this one finally cost you your job. You either get your ass into some kind of AA or rehab or I walk.”

He stomps away and I stand there a second. His truck tears down the gravel. That’s the first time he’s threatened to walk.

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Hello potential mentor!

I would like to tell you a little about myself.  First off, I run away from the word “normal”. What is normal, anyway?  Boring, that’s what normal is.

So, what about weird little me? Well, I’m a Whovian, a Trekkie, a bit geeky (but there are plenty of people who out-geek me), I love reading, writing, gardening, and was born with the gift of gab.

I love music!  I’m a Deathbat (A7X), a Daughter of Darkness (Halestorm), a George Strait fan, a Johnny Cash girl, and a fan of Shinedown, and a Member of the Congregation (Ghost).

Okay, with that out of the way, here’s why you’d love to work with me if you picked me as your mentee:

  1. I’m easy going. I love feedback and will consider each and every suggestion seriously
  2. I love commentary that makes me laugh.  My friend has a Comma Splice Fairy that has a hayday with my drafts =)
  3. I over-use the smiley face =)
  4. I love working to make my novel better.  My boys are polished but can always use an extra spit shine

So, about my book (at last! you exclaim):

It’s full of the wounded, the frustrated, and the angry.  But it has moments to make you laugh, smile, and cry.  There’s Iowegian speak.  There’s a kind elderly lady.  And my boys are pretty blue collar.  They’re EMTs and paramedics (and Jimmy’s an RN, a flight nurse, and a helicopter pilot).

So, in a nutshell, that’s me.  I’m made of batwings and broken things.  Reader.  Writer.  Deathbat.  LGBT Ally.   Whovian.  Trekkie.  Bookworm.  And a little weird.

I hope you’ve learned more about me.  I’m always open to questions and can be found @Aightball on Twitter.

P.S. I’m also a cat mommy.  Hamlet is 13 and my heart and soul:

Hamlet