Regular readers know (hopefully) that I jest about my crazy cat lady tendencies. I'm not there - yet. The thought of being seen as a reclusive, eccentric writer kind of appeals to me though.
The teddy bear in this photograph is of Winnie the Pooh Bear, my childhood comfort toy. Yes, I still have him - and only two cats. He appears as Edgar in my novel, as a toy of consolation for young Sera Fletcher. Drop by this blog entry to read about my publisher's Summer promotion.
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