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About Me
Cast of Characters

Beautifully Broken.

 

Writing the pieces back together.

 

One word at a time.

Once upon a time, 35 years ago, I was born in Tucson, Arizona. When I came into the world I was screaming, kicking, and already swearing like a fucking sailor. Legend says I had a pen and journal in one hand, a laptop in the other. But that's silly, because I'm so old computers weren't even around until my teens. Hell, I watched videos on Beta growing up. (The other part is totally true.)

 

 

Destined for great things, my father knowingly bestowed the name Starr upon me. Soon after my birth I began reading, and writing, thus I began my journey towards becoming a Mistress of Words. In these diminutive years, I also began my lifelong love affair with all things horror, most notably Vampires and Zombies.

 

While other young girls my age would sit and dream about their Prince Charming riding in on his white steed to sweep them off their feet, I would sit by my window at night and wait for my Vampire to fly in and whisk me away for an undead life of eternity.

 

I was raised on horror movies and Stephen King. The former still a passion of mine, the latter my literary hero. I grew up reading everything I could get my hands on, writing took up all of my spare time, and already I loved to use copious swears and snark. I knew I hated people from a very young age and even then, I was content to be in my own room, surrounded by imaginary people. Whether they were in books, or my own creations, they were much more enjoyable to spend time with than real people.

 

Eventually my Dad bought me a typewriter, and the lessons to go with it, and I graduated to typing. However, I still wrote by hand and to this day I carry a journal with me everywhere I go. I have two bins full of all of these notebooks from over the years, a collection of my words.

 

Through the years I have traveled a broken and beaten path through a lot of heartache. Some of life was downright beautiful, most was tragic.

 

I have lived in Arizona, North Carolina, Pennsylvania, and have recently found my way back home to Arizona.  There's few states I haven't seen or visited.

 

I have neither maternal nor paternal grandparents alive, I've already lost my mother to the Summerlands, and I've buried a best friend who was far too young to die but decided he didn't want to live anymore.

 

I've been married, and divorced,  twice.  I'm a cynic and I no longer believe in love.*

 

Except this kind of love.

 

 

 

I've had three boys, one is a Tiny Angel, and his younger brothers are disgusting, hilarious, and the loves of my life.

 

Sometimes, I'm funny. Most often I'm not. I deal with almost everything with humor, but life isn't always funny, so neither can my writing be. Sometimes crass and snarky, sometimes beautiful prose, my words flow from my head through my fingers to dance upon the page however they may fall.

 

My Muse and I have a love hate relationship. I hate to love her, and she loves to hate me. She's a wretched bitch who torments me more often than she is helpful or useful. I shouldn't say that. Without her, where would I be?

 

I like love wine. I like beer, too.  I also enjoy mixed beverages and have become quite fond of Vodka Sprizers, which are fancy-pants vodka cranberries with a splash of Sprite and a wedge of lime. 

 

I suffer from Insomnia in all of its forms.  When, and how often, I sleep is dependent upon where I am currently in the cycle. 

 

 

 

 

 

*More to come on this love thing.  I may be a believer, after all. 

Who the hell are these people she keeps writing about?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tiny Bard:  My 12 year old son.  Intelligent, brilliant, and handsome.  He's beginning to show the signs of talent in writing.  A master of semantics and great with his words. 

 

Tiny Artist:  My 9 year old son.  Adorable, smart, and creative.  He's inherited my gift to live life spaced out and shows sure signs of artistic ability.  He offers hilarious commentary on life. 

 

The Gamer:  This is my best nerd friend in the whole wide world.   I've known him for eight years, and he's never failed me.   Could there be romance on the horizon, Dreamers?

 

LT Promotable BFF:  He's my bff. We show our affections with hate and snarky comments.

 

Uncle Arizona:  He's been my friend since I was two months pregnant with Tiny Bard.   Now our roommate and accomplice on desert adventures. 

 

Grandpa:  That's my Dad.  See him over here? <-- He's awesomesauce in so many ways. He possesses a wickedly corny and sharp sense of humor.  He's hilarious and tells the best stories.

 

Grandma:  That's Mom.  She totally rocks my socks off, a former Science Teacher, she now works in the Department of Corrections.   She's wise, smart, and beautiful.

 

Uncle P.I. :  My little brother. While he's not really a Private Investigator, he is a security guard and pretty bad ass.   

 

The Artist:  That'd be my ex- husband and the father of my boys. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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