About Me

gretastoneauthor_044Writer. Photographer. Artist. Non-practicing dancer.

I live with my favorite writer, my husband, and two beautiful and talented (drummer & singer) step-daughters in a very, very, very small town in the Midwest. We’re a family of artists in an artless region. (Ugh.) Looking forward to moving back to the east coast in 2019 where my heart still resides. (Beach!!!)

Timeline

Currently

I’m working on finalizing edits on my novel, Losing Focus, so I can begin the search for a literary agent. I’ve also picked up micropoetry again and am creating daily. Woot!

2014, September

I moved from the east coast to the mid-west. *big frowny face* And, due to the lack of entertainment options, picked up writing again after a long break. *happy dance*

2011, September

I married my favorite writer in the whole wide world. xoxo

2010, Summer

My short story, Some Might Call Me, was published in Interstice 2010.

2010, January

I released Livid, a collection of my poetry.

2001-2010

More unfathomable darkness that I got better at hiding. My suggestion: don’t do that.

1996

Graduated high school. It was anticlimactic but important.

cropped-gretastone.jpg1994-1996

Unfathomable darkness.

1994

I became a dance teacher assistant and, shortly after, a head teacher, instructing kids from toddlers to tweens. It was like a dream come true.

1988 

Started dance lessons after ten years of listening to my mom’s stories of being a professional dancer. She was beautiful and talented and loved and I wanted to be those things.

Random fact: I played the viola this year. I was good. I never practiced and was at the top of my class. But it bored me so I quit. [Lame.]

1986

I wrote my first fiction series—a mystery—where, let’s just sum it up by saying, the bad guy was caught based on his muddy boot tracks in the school. *eyeroll*

1984

I wrote a poem in Kindergarten and everyone loved it. It was about King Arthur. (Don’t even ask.) I liked that people liked it. I liked that I could use words to convey thoughts. (A novel concept, I know.)

1978

I was born. (I figure this is kind of important since nothing else on this list would exist without it.) You’re doing the math now, aren’t you? *sigh*