Yes, I know we are 2/3rds through January. I am only beginning to fight free of the monochrome world, so forgive my lateness. I have so many favorite lines in this Kelly Clarkson song, but I suppose the best lines are “Here’s to the damned, the lost, and forgotten / Hard to get high when you’re living on the bottom / Misfits living in a world on fire.”
Do you ever feel like a misfit? Or do you always feel like one? Here’s to the people like us!
I am the youngest of four children, raised in the old-fashioned Irish-American way. I suspect my mother encouraged me to write from an early age to keep me out of her hair, although she may have regretted the decision when my teachers began to call about the controversial stories I was writing. Thus I began my career of butting heads with the good sisters at my Catholic elementary school, and ended it by leaving high school for college with no diploma. I wear my high-school dropout badge rebelliously and proudly.
In college, I became fascinated with the Middle Ages, which was described as a “starry night” by one of my professors. So began a trek through languages and legends that informs my narrative non-fiction and historical fiction, as well as my blogs.
I love feedback and enjoy discussing ideas. I have an accountability blog for the Round of Words in Eighty Days entitled Leavekeeping; I write a blog on literary history, intellectual history, and the history of words entitled Lapidary Prose. I'm on Twitter and Facebook; my email is firstname.lastname@example.org.
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