“When I get a little money I buy books, and if any is left I buy food and clothes.” (Desiderius Erasmus)
Hi! I’m Clare! If you can relate to the quote above, you’ve come to the right place!
My claim to fame as an author is that in fifth grade I received a 4 out of a possible 3 on a creative writing assignment, a school record. Ignoring this auspicious beginning to a career as a world-famous author, I made the obvious move and went to veterinary school. I have been a practicing veterinarian (with a ten-year hiatus to raise three children) since 1991. However, as living proof that all things work together for the good, I’ve returned to writing fiction, often incorporating veterinary medicine into it. My first story collection, Startling Figures, contains a veterinary paranormal thriller:
If you’d rather not take the plunge into a whole book and prefer to dip your toe in, one of the stories in the Startling Figures collection is available as a stand-alone novelette-sized e-book. What the heck is a novelette? It’s a long short story — it would be a little book of about 50 pages:
My forthcoming novel, The Keys of Death, is also veterinary medical thriller.
I write a lot of non-fiction, too: articles, essays, and book reviews. I’ve also published one — count it, one! — poem!
I am too verbose. When I run the Hemingway app on my own writing, I am an epic failure. I’m pretty sure this intractable verbosity is a British thing: I grew up in America to English parents. My brothers and I ate a steady diet of Charles Dickens, P.G. Wodehouse, Monty Python, Dr. Who, Fawlty Towers, and the rest of that lot. I sometimes have trouble talking like a normal American.
Other random things about me:
- I was born with a congenital heart defect that required thoracic surgery when I was three.
- I was born with only one kidney.
- And I was also born without any sense of smell whatsoever.
Despite this trifecta of apparently inherited abnormalities, I am on speaking terms with both my parents.
The medical term for having no sense of smell is anosmia. To demonstrate what this is like, please find (below) a handy scratch ‘n’ sniff. Scratch the screen of your computer or handheld device, get close and sniff.
What did you smell? Nothing? Welcome to the world of anosmia! This is why you will never find a cheerfully burning candle on my coffee table, why I’m paranoid about natural gas leaks and deodorant failures, and why I sometimes ask people to come over and smell my house.
As a “shy extrovert,” I enjoy people and love spending time with friends and family in conversation and activity, but at large gatherings I become a shrinking wallflower and usually end up walking around, overwhelmed, talking to nobody, not even people I know. My daughter sometimes encourages me to go out and meet new people, but that often backfires on me: see point #1 in this article: Six Things Every Extrovert Secretly Has to Deal With.
Wow! You have shown great persistence in reading this far!
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I’ve told you a lot of random stuff about me, but I’d also love to hear from you! As an author, it would be fun to get to know my readers! If you have a moment or two, leave a comment below and tell me about yourself.
If you’re shy or don’t know what to say, here are a few “conversation starters:”
What were your favorite books growing up?
What are you reading now?
Has a story ever changed your life?
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