I’m an author. I have been for years, but only recently can I say, ‘why yes, I am/will be published,’ which is what people think first when you say you’re an author. But anyone who writes is an author, whether the world has recognized it or not yet.
I’m in my early thirties, though I can probably pass for mid-twenties if not college-aged. That’s pretty awesome. I’m a teacher which is a newer development in my life. I teach both Literature and Theatre. It’s my first year as a full-time instructor, so I’m more than busy with grading and prepping and fending off my students’ apathy.
I have a dog. Marjorie or Margie. She’ll probably get her own page eventually because I think despite my attempts, I’m becoming one of those pet owners. I got her when I shouldn’t have been able to support another living thing, barely could support myself. But she’s mine and puts up with me and it’s pretty nice to come home to someone so excited to see you.
Other likes: tea, steampunk jewelry, pocket watches, vests, Lucky Charms, books (shocking), Mumford & Sons, boots, The Beatles, North and South (BBC miniseries), Lord Peter Wimsey, stationery, pens, pencils, Toblerone, toffee sponge pudding, England, bookstores, baking, winter, fall, scarves, zippo lighters.
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E.C. Newman is a storyteller at heart. Born and raised wherever the military sent her family, she never found a direction for her writing until she found herself in Ancient History her freshman year of college, desperate to stay awake. Bringing stories alive in FanFiction, poetry, and original work gave E. C. the distraction she needed and the confidence to add a Writing Major to her bachelor’s degree. After a stint in acting school in Los Angeles, she gained a MA in Writing for Young People from Bath Spa University in Bath, England.
E.C. currently lives in Georgia with her dog of indeterminate breed, where she teaches high school English and assistant directs in the theatre. She can’t help but find it hilarious that she’s now teaching how to write an essay when she so hated them as a student herself. In her spare time, E. C. reads too much, watches too much, and laughs just enough. She actively avoids growing up by writing stories about high school and the trials and triumphs that accompany it.