Random facts stalkers don’t know…

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I grew up in a tough neighborhood. (don’t stereotype me)

I was in a band. (for about 5 minutes)

I was in a few movies. (another 5 minutes)

I wrote my first “novel”at the age of 11. (an angst ridden piece about a girl who is kidnapped because she witnessed a crime)

I was actually kidnapped. (not at 11/that story is waiting for publication)

I always have wanted to own a Munster-like house.

I’ve gotten lost in every major city I’ve ever been (including abroad. Trust me when I say every country/every city has neighborhoods you don’t want to be lost in at dusk)

I keep a lot of random facts as well as insignificant details in my brain. (jokes don’t stick tho)

now the stalkers know – don’t be a stalker….

Of course, I have a cat

Aren’t writers suppose to have cats?  Isn’t there a law or something?

This is Mr. Hops. Hopper’s mum passed away soon after he was born, leaving him and his sister orphans. They were bottle fed, kept in a basket where my dog watched over them. Hopper’s little sister, Squeaky, died a few years ago, but Hops is still going quite strong.

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Mr. Hops prefers not to be photographed. He’s a big boy with a loud meow, and he likes to wake me at 5am for breakfast and cuddles.