Profile

Hi. I'm Shelley, and I'm a writer. I've published short stories in The Mississippi Review, Hotel Amerika, Quarterly West, The Way We Live: Stories by Utah Women Writers, (yay Oxford comma) and Sudden Fiction Continued. I have three poems coming out in the Eunoia Review this month (November, 2024). I live in a condo in SLC, UT, and am trying to sell the damn thing. I want an easier-to-live-with HOA. HA!

I have had, in my life, many wonderful dogs. I am a dog person, though I love cats, too. I'm allergic, so I can't live with one. But almost two years ago I lost Stormagedden, my soulmate dog, and I don't know that I can ever have another dog. I'm 66, and my health is weird; dare I risk it? I miss Storm so much, it's like a splinter under my thumbnail. I thought it would get easier—it hasn't. But I would love to hear about your dogs and cats and birds or whatever. I love animals. I am just not sure I can face that heartache again.

I am working on a novel that has broken me in many ways. It's dark, but it has a more hopeful ending, I think, if I can ever get the middle of it written. The middle is the hard part. The HARDEST part my far. I remember the old days when getting started was the hardest part. Ha. But lately the middle is percolating; it's trying to tell me its shape. I hope it does. This thing has been in my head for a long time.

That's it for now. If I think of anything else—oh yes! I'm a knitter! Woot. Forgot about that. Well, I will save a nything else for the journal. Bye for now.