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		<aboutMe>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&apos;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&apos;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&apos;ve been toting around with me but have been refusing to write. And when I say they&apos;re angry, I mean they&apos;re PISSED that they&apos;ve been cooped up so long. They do not lend themselves easily to romantic comedy so I guess I won&apos;t be writing any.</aboutMe>
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