Nancy’s Notes: Meet Nancy
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Stephanie wants me to whip up a bit of an introduction so …here I am, Nancy E Miller. My husband of thirty-one years and I live just north of St. Louis, Missouri, just over the Mississippi River. We have three totally spoiled rotten dogs who run our lives and give us constant love: a pit/lab named Coco, a papillion/yorkie mix named Daisy, and a Jack Russell/beagle mix that at 9 months is still trying to decide if she wants to be a puppy or a grown dog…we will call it adolescence.
We lost our home and furbabies to fire two years ago but we have a lovely new home on the same site and I have my own, very first, real, all mine office for my writing, crafts, and artwork. Ernie has his own basement….scary things happen down there. He just got finished hauling his new gun cabinet down there. Boys and their toys, what can you do? He is Retired US Navy so I give him some slack.
My degree is in Psychology and Sociology which I use extensively in my writing. I’ve also run a college bookstore, worked as a church secretary, sold home furnishings and art supplies, been a teacher substitute, taught expelled kids for a year, and was a crisis counselor and case manager for 3 years at a rural mental health agency. I know my way around jails, hospital ERs, drunk tanks, and the homes of the severely mentally ill. Bless al of their souls.
My first book, Crystal Unicorns, is self-published and on Amazon both as a paperback and Kindle. I must make one little statement before you run out and buy it. I edited it myself. I am now a firm believer in professional editors. So be warned, parts are a little rough, but it got great reviews from people who wouldn’t know editing if it bit them.
I started writing as a way to communicate with my therapist. The biggest rule in abuse is Don’t Tell and I just couldn’t do anything but cry. I’ve compiled the letters, poetry, and things I learned into a book called ‘I’ll Never Be A Yellow Daffodil’. Maybe one day I will find the courage to publish it.
Crystal Unicorns threw itself on the page after that. I put it away but it would not rest. Stories are like that. Right now I have my second book, Shark Bait, at the editors. I hope to wrangle an agent with this one and I know just who it is going to first.
I am disabled…eight bolts in my neck and lower back issues…all from when a school bus rear-ended us. But I know my limitations and my hubby would say I exceed them on a regular basis. He’s just being protective. Give me a rolling secretarial chair and a tall man to get things off the top shelves and I can do just about anything. It’s all a matter of determination and creativity.
About that fire. It took everything but, out of the few remaining unburnt but waterlogged areas, my nephew found a smoke-stained pink USB drive with all my backups on it….writing, pictures, all of it. I was nervous but, when I plugged it back into my new laptop, it was all there. Now I chose to believe that the Universe (or whatever you wish to call it) gave me back Daffodil, Crystal Unicorns, my writing ideas and partial stories for a reason. I chose to believe it is because I have stories to tell that other people need to read.
That about wraps it up for this former Florida girl who followed a sailor back home to the cows and the corn. Thanks for reading!
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