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I was eight years old when I wrote my first novel. No, it was not one of those four page, double spaced
word documents that spoke of love, tragedy, hatred, rivalries and princesses all in the blink of an eye.
My first novel was large, it came from the heart and it had complex characters that simultaniously loved
and hated each other. While I love the story, I am the first to admit it rivals the worst book ever written.
My first real novel, the first one I ever sought to publish, came to me like most good story lines do.
Animaul came from my heart. She was so unlike me - stoic, headstrong, rigeous - but she was still an intricate
part of my heart. She emerged from a character that was buzzing around my mind for almost a year - though
this character was much, much older. In my mind she was a seasoned veteran, a war admiral turned vigilante
turned rogue. I decided, perhaps on a whim, to start her story from the begining, from her birth. And so came
The Clan, my first real novel that was edited, formatted and ready for publication.
Since then I've found pleasure in writing everything that comes to mind. When I was in elementary school
an author of childrens books came to my school and told me the first bit of advice I ever recieved as
an aspiring novelist - "When I have an idea," he started, "I write it on a piece of paper and put it into
a box. Then I let it grow. I let it follow me in my dreams, so I can map out everything and everyone before
my fingers hit the keyboard." At the time, I thought it was most profound thing anyone had told me. I soon
found that, regardless of whether I was dreaming or not, my future stories would plague me all day. I would
dream them, I would think over them, I would narrarate my life.
It appeared that from a young age I was going to be a writer. Now, nineteen years old and several full manuscripts
later, I still believe that. It's been a journey, one that I cannot say was without pain or distraction, but
it has been a journey that I would not give up for the world.
Please, look around my site. I look forward to hearing from you or, perhaps, seeing you in the future.
Sincerely,
C.M. Deer
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