Once upon a time, in Flint, Michigan, there was a girl born toward the end of President Carter’s administration. Many girls fit this description, but the one we are talking about here is named Sherlonya. Sherlonya can be lazy about capitalizing her name, figuring a name as unique as hers defies standard conventions of punctuation. She likes to write, but is not hypergraphic. She remembers writing her first stories for extra credit in a fourth grade class, inspired by prompts. She vaguely recalls writing something called “The Purple Hippo With Rollerskates.” This may not be the actual title or topic, but it adequately reflects the surrealism.
These days Sherlonya is writing poetry and fiction and has won a contest and a contest there. She is working looking for an agent for her first novel, and is working on a second novel. When she needs a break from the novel, she writes stories. When she needs a break from the story, she writes poems. When she needs a break from the poems, she goes back to the novel. This is her cycle.
She is prone to eavesdropping. But she recycles! Putting all those extra words into new stories.
Art in January
I joined a group of people who have aimed to create something (measurable, and of their choice) every day in January. My goal is to finish things. I have a million projects going on at any given time and I have decided that my goal is to complete some things. Here are some of them.
