Uninteresting facts about Michelle…

Like most people, I don’t enjoy talking about myself. In fact, although I received an ‘A’ in my public speaking course in college, I’m convinced my professor took pity on me, with my wobbly voice, and red, blotchy skin. So, to keep myself out of the public eye and my mouth firmly closed, as it should be, I stay behind my computer and live in my imaginary worlds, filled with imaginary people who all think I’m cool. It gives me an ego boost for when my son tells me I’m so not. Here’s everything you never wanted to know about me:


♥ I’m a horrible speller. Spell check and I are good buddies.

♥ I graduated summa cum laude with a degree in accounting, and a double minor in management and CIS.

♥ When I registered for college, I was required to declare a major, but I had no clue what I wanted to do. I picked accounting because it was the first thing listed in the booklet the counselor gave me.

♥ Forget coffee. Hand over the Red Bull and no one gets hurt. Seriously, just set it down and step away. I will morph into a normal human after I guzzle my can of caffeine.

♥ I hate to cook, but love to watch cooking shows on television.

♥ M&Ms are the perfect food, especially peanut butter.

♥ I love memes.

♥ I live in Winston-Salem, NC with my very supportive family, where I’m currently playing with my imaginary friends… or, you know, writing.

♥ I was born and raised in Flint, Michigan, which means I say ‘pop’ not ‘soda’ and ‘you guys’ instead of ‘ya’ll,’ like everyone else in the south.

♥ I’ve lived in New Mexico, Texas, and North Carolina, but I still call the Great Lakes state (Michigan) home.


And last, but never least, I’d love to hear from you. So drop me an Email and let’s chat. You tell me what you like in books, what you’d like to see happen in the writing community, what type of books you’d like to see more of… less of… I want to hear it all. So tell me, please. Because the one thing I wish I could put on my list–but I haven’t figured it out yet–is mind reading. But don’t tell my kids. I still have them fooled.



    I totally do not need these guys for my desk!




Did I mention garden gnomes freak me out? Well, they do. They’re creepy, so this is my solution…