

Pages of ink and Rabbit DaysI am from cobwebs and creaking floors, the chipped-paint house with the thunderstruck tree. My mother would say, "That's not where goldfish belong" and, incidentally, I've come from leaf-skimming summers, combed-wool clouds, soda bread St. Patrick's Days and potato soup. I am from pine-straw colonies.Pages of ink and Rabbit Days
I've come from chlorine clothes and burning eyes: digging for treasures of quartz and salamanders, inner-tube slingshots and short cardboard stories- when we remembered the Fallon line and all the strange tales.
I am from pages of ink and page
Halved Owl
Raccoon| I don't draw much. Most of the drawings are random doodles from algebra class years ago, and I haven't the heart to take them down. Drawings-wise, there's not much. As I said, mainly doodles. I have little spare time between: 1. Fighting to publish my novel 2. Keeping my parrot from ripping all her feathers out. 3. Working on a second novel. ...So you understand. Photography: yes, it's all swamped with pictures from my trip to Tanzania. The lions were lovely. (N.B.: I usually hide long, conversational comment threads just to clean up pages...yes, I am OCD...so don't take offense or anything La la la. |
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Please don't lean on the glass.
Every now and again there's something good. Like this.
Anyhoo, great job!
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Please don't lean on the glass.
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Aspire to inspire before you expire.
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~Maireann croí éadrom i bhfad~
I don't like to tell people, generally.
Right now, an editor for Tor Books (branch of MacMillan) is looking at it.
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~Maireann croí éadrom i bhfad~
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