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05/04/2013
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I write nonfiction, but they've come banging on my door a few times too.
No problem. I entice them in and then lock them up in my antidisestablishmentterrium where they can't bother anyone.
- MJM
P.S. Tim, that vintage picture at the top of the blog looks hauntingly familiar. I can't figure out if I've seen it before or if I'm just reacting to the genre image. Do you know its provenance?
Posted by: Michael J. McFadden | 05/06/2013 at 02:25 PM
Ah, you are the first to ask. That is a photo of my grandmother, Gertrude Damrow Sunderland, probably taken about 1904 or 1905. I named a character in my novel after her. Read about her at http://whatifyoucouldnotfail.typepad.com/blog/2012/06/the-lady-i-called-grandma.html
Posted by: Tim Sunderland | 05/07/2013 at 07:05 AM