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Once
upon a time, I was a writing whore, selling my words for a pittance,
often giving them away for free. Didn't matter what I wrote. My
name is attached to bad poetry, micro fiction, children's stories
and plays, and general interest articles for newspapers and magazines.
I've written stories for literary journals and essays for scholarly
journals. I've written about jobs for print and the Web. My book
reviews have appeared in daily and weekly newspapers, and, for a
few years, I even wrote a humor (questionable) column for a weekly
newspaper in Bend,
Oregon.
Over
the years, I've received cheers and jeers for writing on the Interwebs
that isn't mine. Though I dabbled in online publishing when the
Net was only a few strands wide (sometimes without my knowledge),
most of my online presence these days deals with other people's
words. However, you can still find a sampling of my work here:
The Vellum Underground
and
here:
The
Looking Glass
and
here:
Book
Reviews
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