by Amy Shojai
I didn’t set out to be a writer. I’m where I am due to a perfect storm of pet-love, frustration, boredom, and lack of funds. *s* Oh, and luck, a whole lot of furry good luck.
THE ACCIDENTAL WRITER
My publishing career began when my husband and I moved to the mountains of Eastern Kentucky. You never know where a “real” job will lead.
With few opportunities in the small town, I applied for a position with a veterinary hospital. The interview happened during a Chihuahua’s C-section, with the doctor handing me puppies to resuscitate while I answered his questions. I got the job, maybe because I didn’t faint!
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