And, the mysterious stranger behind the mask is…..

As far as I’m concerned, the entire reason for becoming a writer is not having to get up in the morning—Neil Gaiman

When asked, “How do you write?” I invariably answer, “one word at a time.”—Stephen King

Hi all!

First I’d like to give a warm thank you to Janel for suggesting I be the next writer in the series and also, to Varun and Vie Hiebdomadaires for the opportunity. I will endeavor to do you both proud.

I suppose I should get the obligatory introduction post out-of-the-way. The name’s e.a.s. demers. I was born in Memphis, Tennessee at the tail end of Generation X… not that being born an X-er has anything to do with who I am, I just find it an interesting fact. I currently live just outside of Little Rock, Arkansas. I am a wife, a writer, a bookstore manager and a blogger extraordinaire– okay, well, not really “extraordinaire”, but I am a blogger.

I have spent my entire life below, what we Americans lovingly call, the Mason-Dixon line, apart from one summer spent in Missouri catching and tagging native songbirds.

I come from the land where ghost stories are the preferred bedtime story, not because we love their horrific nature, but because they are true and very real… everyone’s grandfather or great-grandmother has seen at least one apparition (and, more often than not, converses with it daily).

I come from the land where generations stretch as far back as the eldest’s

Abandoned cemetery down the road from my house, complete with dead VW van

memory, where houses built more than a century ago, still play host to the lineage that built them.

And, I come from the land of stubborn pride where sweet words can hide a seething insult, and, where a vicious family quarrel can immediately be forgotten if an outsider threatens.

I don’t mind saying I’m from the South. I like being from the land where Blues music is held sacred, where sweet, smoky barbecue is the gods’ ambrosia…where time slows almost to a standstill because it’s too hot to do anything else.

Does that define me better than claiming my inclusion in Generation X? Perhaps.

I was raised with a love of music, attending several performing arts schools before graduating high school to pursue a career in Veterinarian Medicine. Though, after college, I settled into a job at a local bookstore, where I’ve been ever since.  I am a pianist, turned biologist, turned bookstore manager, turned writer– no, that isn’t quite right… I never turned into a writer, I always was a writer. A bit like the clichéd “I’ve been a writer as far back as I can remember…” There was always writing, I’ve only just now come to terms with the fact that perhaps I should have accepted who I was, instead of trying to reinvent what I was.

When I’m not working in the store or working on a story, I can be found lurking in the blogosphere, posting on my personal blogs– From the Inkwell, From the Vein & Humphrey’s Typewriter as often as I can. And, posting semi-regularly on the Bluebell Books blog where I have been enlisted to select the bi-weekly tribute piece for their ongoing project, Short Story Slam.