Monday, April 25, 2011


A warm welcome to our newest member, Melissa!

It's been over a year since the blog started, although things have been rather quiet for a while, so I propose another round of introductions - we had one last year (, but if anyone wasn't around then or wants to write something different, please comment away :)


  1. Maybe I'll go first.

    I think that when I was little I wanted to be an author. Some of my teachers encouraged me with my poems and short stories. Then, between assessments and exams, I got distracted and decided I'd like to be a scientist. Writing as a career would be too 'perfect' and thus too close to the edge...being a scientist would be safer.

    Since then, I've moved overseas to continue my studies. I've found that even when walking to the office I'm too busy planning my grocery shopping, or trying not to think about the next lot of data processing, to come up with new story ideas. As for 'safer' - you should see my field area ;)

    I love my research, and wouldn't have it any other way. But until last year I was limited to reading the occasional book, reviewing and editing for others, fiddling with attempts at novels begun when I was nine - which I don't intend to finish - and the odd idea that hardly ever made it past the inside of my head. This project gives me an excuse to write something a little more exciting than funding proposals.

  2. I've been a writer all my life. I think I started writing in the womb. I really only came out of there because I used up all the wall space with my writings and I needed more room to write.

    I wrote my first book when I was 10. It was eight pages long and had a nifty 3-staple binding. My mom still has the book and she pulls it out at Christmas and Thanksgiving to impress people. Only people who have never met me are impressed by this and I wish she would stop doing it.

    I cannot sing and I'm a lousy dancer but words flow through my body system right along with the blood and plasma and (sometimes) bile, so I have decided that I will not ever be a singer or a dancer. It would just annoy people and, frankly, as appealing as it might be to annoy people, I'm just not that into it.

    I started college as an English major. Once they realized I had a firm grasp of English, they insisted I choose something else. So, I walked into the building next door to the English Department and signed up. Thank God it wasn't the ROTC building, or this would be a completely different essay.

    Today I am a reporter. A journalist. Newshound. Flatfoot. Wait -that's a cop. I'm not a cop. I'm just a writer.

    Well, not JUST.