Date: Fri, 25 Jul 1997 15:54:09 -0400 From: "Susan K. Minyard" Subject: FILL: Bio Susan Dear Writers, My first attempt to send this shot into the black hole because I think I transposed some letters in the address. What I said originally went something like this: I am now joining you officially. Don't know why I feel like I'm 8eights old at the indoor pool taking diving lessons - maybe it's essence of chlorine all over me - it's hair-growing clime here in Phoenix, AZ. My name is Susan, and I am 46, and I quit a secure profession when I could no longer sit in an office listening to others tell their personal stories, (I would always want to edit or rewite their stories, too, and since it was people and not words I was dealing with . . . ) Anyway, I had my own stories that were starting to blur the edges between sleeping and waking. Soooo I left that job. I survived, and after my family was resuscitated, they thrived, too. Oh my achin' head that's full of fictional characters, plus my three teenage boys, excuze me, men, and their still-knocks-my-sock-off father . . . I don't look back at that old life. Being a Writer, living the Writer's Life, however, could make me crazy, so I told myself, just like Dr. Laura (or is that Rosie?) would have told me, get over it. I read a lot of manuals and still grab up stories of how other writers write and live, and I'm not quite sure how it's going . . . Joining this group, looking for other writers to talk to, is part of the latest plan (which changes hourly) . . . i will adjust, i will adjust, i will adjust. Now, I work part time at the writing center at the University here and write daily stream of consciousness. From those, I get picky and choose vociferous or achy material. Other writings include rewriting my novel, writing another novel, a poetry collection that's about a very odd place I lived for years, another poetry collection about imaginative places, and various other essays and articles. The last I am trying to sell, to see how it's done, to understand that whole driving range practice process. This E-mail address is really my hormonal chat-room spun-dried teenagers creation, though initially, I didn't realize that. Late bloomer, though I am, I get my listserve stuff here, but my personal mail at MY OWN address at:Ssusmuz@aol.com. It's nice to meet you all. Susan M. PSJust noticed how I capitalized that my own. I can remember when the boys were just playing which was the same as just fighting and every other word was MINE. They were 1 and 3 years of age - then the baby of the family came along, but never seemed to care for things as long as he was the center of attention. So it's been awhile since I've heard that whining MINE. Perhaps parents regress somewhat when dealing with teenagers bouncing in and out of your face?