Gina Malone

As a child, I loved books so fervently that I wanted to create stories and poems myself. When I was nine, Santa Claus, believing in me as much as I did in myself, left a little, blue typewriter under the Christmas tree. I have since won awards for newspaper feature writing, poetry, flash fiction and short stories, but have yet to write the novel or collection of poems I would want to find wrapped in red or green tissue paper on Christmas morning. The rest of my life will be spent trying, enjoying every moment that I roam the creative forests of my mind. 
For nearly 20 years I owned and ran a small bookstore selling secondhand books in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. It was a “job” that allowed me to raise my two daughters while working, to surround them and myself with books we loved, to talk about literature with fellow book-lovers, and to gather enough ideas for characters for the rest of my writing life. Publications in which my work has appeared include North Carolina Literary Review, ൪uartet, Kakalak, Poetry South and Streetlight.

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