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Anne at home in Tierra Del Mar, a quaint bedroom community

adjacent to the coastal hamlet of Pacific City, Oregon.

About Anne...

Books:

"Grog Wars" | TBD

"Bodie" | May 2013 | Tate Publishing & Enterprises

"the thing with feathers" | September 2012 | Tate Publishing & Enterprises

Short Prose

Ricola Works |Entry AustinBriggs.com (55-Word Flash Fiction Contest - April 2013)

First Chapter |From "Grog Wars,"published on WritersType.com (First Place Winner - March 2013)

The Dog Sniffer-er |The Source Fall Fiction Contest, Hon. Mention; FlurriesOfWords "Flash Fiction@5:00", Editors' Choice

B&B's of the Oregon Coast | 6-article series, published in Oregon Adventures magazine

Not Quite Dead | published in the anthology, Agony in Black

The Party Favor | published in the anthology, Agony in Black

Pease Porridge Hot | B&B Inn recipe book published by the author

     I won't bore you with where I was born or whether my family grew up rich or not (okay,not).  I believe a person is mostly the cumulative layers of their life experiences; a chain-collective (my word), if you will. We are what we eat? Maybe. Personally, I believe we are what we've done, where we've been, who we've known. Some of us may include experiences from previous lifetimes, as well. But they would have to be previous life experiences capable of piercing a person's soul, and transcending time and space barriers. Wouldn't they? 

[if psychic subject matter involving past lives is of interest, you are really

 going to like reading, "Bodie"-- based upon a true story!]  

     So, with that belief system in tow, this is who I am, and what I've done: I have been a Maid, Cashier, Waitress, Grocery bagger, Medical Assistant, door-to-door Encyclopedia Salesperson (nope, not kidding), Phlebotomist, Secretary, Blackjack dealer, B&B Innkeeper, Realtor, Specialty Food Manufacturer, PBX Switchboard Operator (yes, I am aware of how that dates me), Pharmacy Tech, Body Piercing Jewelry Importer, Daytrader (currencies), Website Designer, and Writer.

     As for where I've been, my passport is full.  I've had the good fortune to have seen far away places like Australia, Croatia, Thailand, Japan and the Fiji Islands.  I've seen much of Europe, been all over Mexico, and I've gotten to do some pretty incredible things along the way (like climb Mt. Warning, or get left accidentally in the middle of the Pacific Ocean by a Fiji native, or learn what it feels like to be a crash car dummy--okay, those last two I could have done without.) But the car accident, which eventually caused my disability, was a blessing in disguise (they often are...)  It was the downtime I needed to finally give my dream of writing a novel a try.  And we know how that turned out. {Smiles}

     Since my disability-retirement my husband and I became wildlife rehabilitators for the National Wildlife Refuge, and our daughter, a trained Veterinary Tech, has sent quite a few rescues our way. Among the critters we have saved and raised are a few chinchillas, which in short order became quite-a-few chinchillas, a very cool owl, and a Savannah monitor lizard that was 14-inches long when we got him, near dead, but was over 40-inches long (and had his own bedroom in our house) by the time we found him a good home.

     Our puppies are all rescued, too. I admit to having a soft spot for Pit Bulls, like our girls Sadie, Leah and Indy. Indy's owner told us if he didn't give away the dog that night, he would be "getting rid of her" the next day. Leah was on death row in a central Oregon pound; once we got her home and examined by our vet, we learned she had been (probably) tagged by a car, because her tail had an unset break, her right hip is weak, and her gland was infected from having pooled blood in there. The pound thought she had worms because she favored her poor sore bottom--so they wormed her. Three times! Poor Sadie came to us at just 10-weeks old and would not have made it one more day, our vet assured us.  Many of her siblings, in fact, didn't make it, including one case of abuse so horrific it was on every news channel.  Heartbreaking.  Folks, can I just say, this is no way to treat such a noble breed among man's best friends?  There's a reason these gentle, loyal pets were nicknamed, "the nanny dog," around the turn of the last century, and why no decent parent would be without one for their children. Simply put, if you had children and no Pit Bull, either you were too poor to care for a dog, or you were not a good parent.

     [Look up "the nanny dog" next time you're on StumbleUpon, and discover why the AKC

      says the American Pit Bull has the best temperament of all the domestic breeds--and

      then imagine how cruel someone must be to make one mean...Michael Vick]



     So, there it is. People have asked me how I get the ideas for my stories, and the question often devolves me from wordsmith to stuck-for-an-answer. But considering all of the foregoing, who couldn't find a story in there?  (And that's just the stuff I'll admit to...)

"You can't wait for inspiration.

You have to go after it with a club."

JACK LONDON