chelseagirl

I got an email from my (small) publisher today with a questionnaire so they can start putting my cover together.

But now I have to write a bio and a blurb.

I do have a great attention grabber, though, courtesy of a friend:

Her passion -- the law; her love -- an outlaw!

[I mean, if you're not completely repelled by the notion of a feminist heterosexual historical romance with a serious good girl/bad boy vibe . . . though to be fair, the hero is trying to put his past behind him . . . . ]

And here is my attempt at a bio:

Cate Simon* is a former lawyer who discovered she enjoyed storytelling far more than litigation and went back to graduate school for Victorian literature. Although she loves her current job, teaching writing and speculative fiction to STEM students, she really missed the 19th century. Having discovered, doing her dissertation research, that there were women lawyers in the United States as early as 1869, she realized she had found the perfect way to combine her interests, and now writes historical fiction. She lives in Manhattan's East Village with her partner and perhaps too many cats.

*Not, as some of you know, my real name, although pretty close. I decided I needed a pseud to keep my writing life and my life in academia separate, lest potential readers find my RateYourProfessor page rather than my writing related social media. But close enough that people who know me will make the association easily . . . .

Off to think up the longer blurb . . .

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trepkos

Sounds great!

chelseagirl

Thanks!

malinaldarose

One can never have too many cats. Or so I am told.

I am living proof otherwise. Love each and every one of them, and honestly as long as one cleans regularly it's not too bad. But every time I think about the fact that we have five cats, I am certain we are insane.

Edited Date: 2019-05-17 08:57 am (UTC)

How did I miss that you have five? I thought you only had two!

Still, a local friend of mine had nineteen at last count....

Because you thought I was a sane person?

The third cat was my fault -- I had a dream about getting a black kitten and then Marty found a black kitten in the Park. The others are Marty's fault. That's what I get for marrying an animal rescuer.

That'll do it all right. That's pretty much the reason my other friend has (or had) 19.

Thank goodness M now has a rescue group that will take cats and kittens from him even when they are officially full up. And someone's TNRing the ferals. We had four even in the studio apartment. Number 5 was M's "park cat" for 8 years and only came home when he needed to go into a cone of shame after a fight with a raccoon.