Prevention Protocol, Page 2
A. D. Barncord
About the author:
A. D. Barncord is a poetic person who bugged her parents when she was a toddler to teach her to read, so she could read poetry on her own, when Mom was busy. Who grew up on Tom Swift, Nancy Drew, and Hardy Boys stories. Who devoured every Three Investigators book she found. Who watched every episode of Star Trek TOS with her dad at least three times. Who was mesmerized by Star Wars, terrified by The Forbidden Planet, and revered the original Battlestar Galactica series. Who got so into The Chronicles of Narnia, her chest was aching at the end of one chapter because she had been holding her breath. Who read the Lord of the Rings so long at one sitting that her eyes were burning and bloodshot. Who enjoyed reading The Simillarian, as much as she did Shakespeare. Who did her high school senior research paper on medieval poetry.
Of course, none of this matters to her cats. Or her human children for that matter, though they might tell you how she introduced them to The Hobbit and read almost every Harry Potter book to them out loud. Or they might just tell you that their mother is a total geek, who occasionally does art, studies psychology, and has a real weakness for chocolate. Don't bother asking the cats their opinion. They will just look at you scornfully.
(Coming soon – A Tragic Tapestry)
Scheherazade's Box
A. D. Barncord is a poetic person who bugged her parents when she was a toddler to teach her to read, so she could read poetry on her own, when Mom was busy. Who grew up on Tom Swift, Nancy Drew, and Hardy Boys stories. Who devoured every Three Investigators book she found. Who watched every episode of Star Trek TOS with her dad at least three times. Who was mesmerized by Star Wars, terrified by The Forbidden Planet, and revered the original Battlestar Galactica series. Who got so into The Chronicles of Narnia, her chest was aching at the end of one chapter because she had been holding her breath. Who read the Lord of the Rings so long at one sitting that her eyes were burning and bloodshot. Who enjoyed reading The Simillarian, as much as she did Shakespeare. Who did her high school senior research paper on medieval poetry.
Of course, none of this matters to her cats. Or her human children for that matter, though they might tell you how she introduced them to The Hobbit and read almost every Harry Potter book to them out loud. Or they might just tell you that their mother is a total geek, who occasionally does art, studies psychology, and has a real weakness for chocolate. Don't bother asking the cats their opinion. They will just look at you scornfully.
(Coming soon – A Tragic Tapestry)
Scheherazade's Box
