About

Mandy Dawson, author and Baroness (hence the third person bio), lives with her two young children in a tiny cottage surrounded by roses where chickens eat her garden and Clark the Cat hisses at any attempt at petting. She’s been writing since the fourth grade when she created a novel set in the fictional Western town of Calamine named for the lotion because it sounded exotic.

Her fiction can be found in the anthologies Metaphysical Gravity, Echoes of Darkness, Open Studio, and Precipice: The Literary Anthology of Write on Edge. She’s also written for Momtastic, BlogHer, Mamapedia, VProud, and has appeared on HuffPost Live.

While the novelty of addressing her readers in the third person was initially was exciting, she would now like to switch to first person because it’s starting to wear thin.

Phew! The mental shift is very much like putting on sweatpants after eating too much pizza. So much better.

I hope you take the time to poke around. I’ve been blogging since before Facebook and Twitter, back in the dark ages when blogging on LiveJournal was all the rage in the nerd crew and MySpace was hip and happening. You can find my blog In Mandyland where I post recipes, gardening news, and random posts about life. If you’re a budding stalker, it’s the perfect place to start.

If you like your authors like you like your whiskey – on the shelf, you can check out the News! section for the random updates. If you become an email subscriber, I can promise you that I will not be flooding your inbox. In fact, you might get an email from me and think to yourself, “Who is this person?” and then click on the link. (Disclaimer: It might be my evil marketing plan.)

Feel free to follow me on Facebook where I post infrequent writing memes, the occasional picture and progress update, and generally try not to annoy you.

I think that about does it in the About column! I mean, sure…I could tell you about my two amazing children, assure you the chickens are in no danger of becoming stew, and post a picture of my scarred wrist where Clark took a bite out of me for merely thinking of patting his furry head, but I’ll let you discover all that on your own.