a:1:{s:5:"entry";a:1:{i:0;a:13:{s:2:"id";s:8:"22791131";s:4:"hash";s:32:"937be60f98fd9b8d5ea258bf79f9dca3";s:11:"requestHash";s:18:"octoberthoughtspdx";s:10:"profileUrl";s:38:"http://gravatar.com/octoberthoughtspdx";s:17:"preferredUsername";s:18:"octoberthoughtspdx";s:12:"thumbnailUrl";s:61:"http://2.gravatar.com/avatar/937be60f98fd9b8d5ea258bf79f9dca3";s:6:"photos";a:1:{i:0;a:2:{s:5:"value";s:61:"http://2.gravatar.com/avatar/937be60f98fd9b8d5ea258bf79f9dca3";s:4:"type";s:9:"thumbnail";}}s:4:"name";a:3:{s:9:"givenName";s:7:"Kristen";s:10:"familyName";s:6:"Gehrke";s:9:"formatted";s:14:"Kristen Gehrke";}s:11:"displayName";s:18:"octoberthoughtspdx";s:7:"aboutMe";s:821:"I used to write. In fact, I wrote continuously from the age of 10 until I was about 28. Then I stopped. No more words. Done.

I went to school. Several different ones, at that. And I had a series of jobs that didn't make me entirely happy but paid the bills and bought me coffee. 

And then, in the fall of 2010, while working 40-45 hours a week, taking classes most nights and weekends, I found NaNoWriMo. And I found my words. And I started writing them down.

I'm sure my story is not unique, but I think my voice is. I have stories to tell. I have all these angry characters I've been toting around with me but have been refusing to write. And when I say they're angry, I mean they're PISSED that they've been cooped up so long. They do not lend themselves easily to romantic comedy so I guess I won't be writing any.";s:15:"currentLocation";s:20:"Portlandia, Cascadia";s:6:"emails";a:1:{i:0;a:2:{s:7:"primary";s:4:"true";s:5:"value";s:27:"octoberthoughts@hotmail.com";}}s:4:"urls";a:1:{i:0;a:2:{s:5:"value";s:38:"http://octoberthoughtspdx.blogspot.com";s:5:"title";s:12:"The Old Blog";}}}}}