I Am Iron Woman

Here is what is this about. I don't know what I'm about. Funny. People look at me funnily. I'm not sure why, but I'm pretty sure I don't want to know why, and even if I knew why, I wouldn't remember anyway. Time is something that speeds by on a billion schedules, pattering its way around the world in an infinitely interactive lacy web. Life billows. My heart-my heart my heart my h-heart heart - beats to its own fucking drum. I have a past. I have a history. I have a story. Stories. I have things. Somewhere. I have th-thing-g-s. I have a heart. Full of Iron. I feel the iron. Non-melodiously, I feel it in my erratically beating heart. Born and raised in Northern California, I moved to the Sierra Nevada high desert just before I turned thirty. I now live in Dallas with a friend who helps me deal with life with a terminal illness. Most people call me Feisty. Go to Amazon, search Lilli Feisty, and you'll see why. I write. I play with my dogs. I write letters to my kid. I knit. I write new memories. Etc., etc., etc. I used to write romance novels. Now I write my memories. I love pretty stories, even when they're not pretty.

Lilli was born in the San Francisco Bay Area. She spent the majority of her twenties working just enough to pay for extended trips to Europe. Some of her fascinating employment titles included makeup artist, secretary, and perpetual student. She owned an art gallery for several years, holds a degree in Creative Arts and was just a thesis short of her MA when she decided to drop out of school to write romance. Other than writing, some of her obsessions include tattoos, reality television, and beaches. Nowadays, she loves to ramble about the strangest things.