Suzanne Warr’s Nutty Existence
- This was taken right after my black belt test–I’m amazed none of the bruises show!
Writers get asked a lot when, how and why they knew they wanted to become a writer. For me it wasn’t so much a career choice as a necessity. I was one of those kids who went around quietly telling themselves stories, and yes, I had an imaginary friend or two. Writing the stories down was my best chance of ever separating fiction from ‘real life,’ something I’m still working on.
I have a black belt in Chung Do Kwan Tae Kwon Do, and have also spent time learning jujitsu and how to handle a broadsword. If you ever need a sparring partner, I’m so there and can even keep it clean. Otoh, don’t ask me to play basketball without first signing a waiver!
I took the renaissance approach to education. My growing up years were spent in an alternate universe without tv or traditional schooling, but with lots and lots of books. After graduating high school, I took an enrolled tour of colleges and universities that was almost coast to coast, and sampled a half dozen majors. I finally transferred all my credits back to Brigham Young University and in 2008 walked away with a Bachelors of General Studies with an emphasis in History. And yes, that really was the most interesting thing on the shelf.
I was born in the Year of the Dragon, and keep a menagerie of dragons around our home. Someday I’ll post pics of all my dragons, but right now they’re having a strike and refuse to sit for their photographs.
The Raven’s Nest is found in the heart of North Carolina, within a half day’s drive of the beach and the mountains. I share it with my husband and two kids, plus various animals who are given meal tickets in exchange for entertainment. So far no one’s starved.
If you have any questions, comments, insights, or rotten tomatoes, feel free to leave a comment, or email me at: theraven (a) suzannewarr (dot) com. As this email address is only checked when the moon threatens to pass the sun but instead goes home for cheese and grapes, I can’t promise to reply, but at least you’ll know the line is open.
