Nazareth Bergeron

I started writing much like everybody else; by wanting to be a writer and writing that first sentence. The sentence was 'I love my cat.' recorded in a tiny wire-bound girly journal.

The rest of the journey is a long stint of having nothing more worth saying, or doing, except hoping to one day have boobs; and reading - lots and lots and lots of reading.

Then one fateful day, I became ill, and left my job as a computer programmer never to return. So I sat down to write, after going through the 72 thousand stages of grieving. I wrote, as is so often the case for the utterly unemployable.

My days are spent languishing on the fringes of the Pacific Northwest, hugging the dog and my husband... mostly the dog.

my twitter page is http://twitter.com/elaineremains