Cathy C. Hall

I write, write, write. Then I rewrite, rewrite, rewrite. THEN I submit all those polished-up words out into the world and sell 'em. It's a plan that's worked pretty well.

I mean, look how excited that squirrel is to be here, reading about me and my writerly stuff. It's just a matter of time before you join him. (Or her. I'm not really up on squirrel gender identification.)