Here’s Looking At You, Kid

If I had to choose between whiskey and coffee, meaning I could only have one for the rest of my life, I don’t think this is a world I’d want to live in anymore.

Just wanted to get that out of the way.

Hello everybody!

I’m Natasha Raulerson. Born and raised in the swamptastic, gonna-try-to-melt-you-every-summer, hotter-than-the-hinges-on-the-gates-of-hell, state of Florida.

No, I have never seen snow.

Yes, I did survive Irma, as well as several others. Hurricanes suck, but hurricane parties aren’t too   shabby.

If I had to choose between between having the stomach flu for a day or a cold for a week, I’d take the cold. I hate throwing up. So much. So, so, so much.

Age ain’t nothin’ but a number. I’m married to my high school sweetheart–who is also a cancer survivor, and we have one tiny human, along with two furbabies.  Said tiny human is going to be one year old next month. I am in absolute denial that I’m about to have a toddler on my hands.

All My Nopes.

Moving on.

This is my final semester at Florida Atlantic University. Yay and hazzuh! I am an English Major who has primarily focused on creative writing while here.

I am an agented author, no I don’t have any books out yet. Recently, I won second place in the Writer’s Digest Annual Writing Competition for the literary/mainstream category.  I will be reading that particular piece, entitled I, Alphabet, on November 7th somewhere on campus. Don’t have all the details on that yet, but when I know–I’ll probably forget to post it.

Also, I am a freelance editor for fiction novels, and an intern for Triada US, a well respected literary agency.

If I had to choose between having the “perfect” body and the body I have now. I’d keep the body I have now. It’s a road-map of my life so far.

Once I graduate from FAU, I hope to have the skills necessary to continue pursuing my dream of becoming a published author. It’s not an easy road. Not by any means, but perseverance is key in the publishing industry.  I also hope to have enhanced my social media skills in order to possibly pursue a position as a social media specialist or perhaps add it to my freelance resume.  In this world, the more versatile a person is in regards to their given field, the better off they are. Multitasking is pretty essential.

Also, I’m a nerd. Huge one. It kind of annoys me that all my favorite comic characters are becoming the new fad. Laura Kinney originated in the 90’s X-Men Evolution cartoon. Her story in Logan was not true to the comics. It was good, but I like the comic version better. Harley Quinn originated in the 90’s Batman cartoon, and she has always been awesome. Supernatural is my favorite show. #DeanGirl. I’m stoked for Ready Player One to hit the theaters–the book was awesome, and my local comic shop knows me by name. Also, if you’ve never been to a Renaissance Festival you should go. There’s Washing Wenches, men who sell pickles, and there’s mead. ALL THE MEAD!

On any given day, I’m reading 2-3 books, mothering, interning, cleaning, writing, editing, freelancing, and just trying to make sure I do my best to achieve my goals. I’m pretty sure sleep is a mythical beast hidden in the ‘S’ section of a Cryptozoology book.  It’s been heard of. People claim to have it, but I’m not sure it actually exists anymore.

Besides, the tiny human likes to sleep in the bed instead of his crib, which means I get kicked no less than six times a night–and he likes to pull hair. It’s why I shaved the bottom half of mine off.

No, seriously.

And finally, if I had to choose between Gryffindor and Slytherin, I’d  choose House Stark.

 

 

 

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