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Welcome to my clutter shelves, where I keep the stories that don't seem to fit anywhere else. 



About me.
I am a writer who spends her time trying to juggle too many stories at once. My work up to this point has been mostly in general fantasy and young adult science fiction. 
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About this site
This is where I host mostly ongoing stories. All the work here is considered a draft, and stories may be updated as I revise. Stories usually go up on Thursdays to coincide with the io9 #thursdaytales fiction group. 

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