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		<aboutMe>Hello, my name is Kate, and I am a compulsive fiction writer. My first story was called &quot;Super Cat&quot;. It wasn&apos;t good, it was horribly spelled, and the idea was mostly plagiarized. Every journal I own begins with a few days of my life and the rest is a hastily-scrawled record of whatever story came out. Ideas come from my dreams. I think about my stories in bed as I drift off to sleep. I often wake at three am with a writing revelation. I might be dreaming up romance stories behind you in the line at the DMV, composing the plot for a mystery while we wait for the bus, or texting a poignant line for my main character to my email address from the bathroom at the mall. Thanks to my laptop and some late-blooming self-discipline, scrawled notes in a journal or random thoughts scribbled in the margins of a wadded-up grocery list have taken physical form.</aboutMe>
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