When she was
a young lass, AC was told that she was a timeless soul. Little did
she know they were talking about the old shoes her parents had put
her in. They were heirlooms (the shoes, not her parents) and were
said to have a timeless sole -- no doubt a Hungarian phrase meaning
very durable. Either way the shoes were no match for AC and when
she eventually discovered coffee it was all over. It's said she
once was able to wear out 15 two year olds...or was that 2 fifteen
year olds...or maybe one 30 year old who acted like 15 two year
olds? No matter how you slice it she has lots of energy and pours
some of it into stories for your enjoyment.
AC came to writing
stories later in life -- she's only been doing it for 4 years (we
mean writing stories -- get yer mind outta tha gutter). Her time
prior to the literary life was spent finding the perfect button-down
striped shirt to wear while racing her lemon colored sports car
across the Grand prix circuit in Europe. She survived several close
calls with other drivers only to return home and nearly get hit
by a tree during Hurricane Francis. So read the stories before mother
nature catches up with her in some kind of disaster movie vendetta.
