The Life Ramblings of Catherine M. Morrison

"Fiction gives us a second chance that life denies"

Hullo. There isn't all that much to tell about me, but I'm sure I can make it ramble on and on. I had neither the good fortune to be born under a lucky star nor to be touched by the Fey Folk, though I am still convinced they lurked in our back yard.
But I was lucky enough to grow up in a sleepy little town just off Cape Cod. For years it amazed me that there were people who didnít go to the beach every day when they were kids. Or had never even seen the ocean. I can't image living away from the ocean ever again. I was born the third of four children on January 13, 1969 (three girls and a boy), not a particularly large family in those days. I was a shy kid, much preferring the company of books to people - they have so much more variety and spice than most people. Unfortunately, I donít actually recall much about my childhood (a subject that leads to much teasing at holiday time).
I was always good in school and graduated valedictorian of my high school class. I then went off to MIT, where I had a pretty lackluster career. Some people there had such a passion for engineering that I was jealous, and a bit disheartened. I majored in Aeronautical and Astronautical Engineering because that seemed the thing to do, at the time. I donít think I was ready for college, and still wish I had taken some time off before attending.
When I graduated, I still didnít have a clue what I wanted to do with my life, so I went to work designing ships for the Navy. It was a cool job, and I got to go lots of interesting places. The worst part was that I had to live in Virginia, near DC, which I hated. It was hot, sticky and far from the ocean. It did have a good club scene and I spent many evenings whiled away at places like the 9:30 Club. I drifted through my twenties, not content, but not entirely unhappy. And then I woke up one morning, early in the year of 2000, and something broke in me. I had to get out, get away. I realized I was miserable. In short order, I quit my job and started making plans to move. I was going back to Boston.
Not a few people told me I was insane to move with no job, no real prospects and no place to live. I quickly found an apartment in the South End and promptly decided to take the summer off. I started thinking about what I really wanted to do with my life. The one thing that had always stayed with me was a love of writing, but I hadnít a clue how one went about being a professional writer, but I finally had a goal.
I stumbled onto the Online Writing Workshop for Science Fiction and Fantasy, and made a great bunch of friends who have taught me more than I thought possible about the craft of writing and the business of being a writer. I started sending out stories and collecting rejections. Iím on my way to being a writer, but still unpublished. In the meantime, I found a job designing buildings, until the day I can afford to be a full time writer.
And thatís probably, just about enough about me. If you'd like to know more, you can go to 50 things that mostly arenít true about me.

Last Updated: 14 July 2002