M.C. Beeler, raised in northern Indiana, lives the good ole Midwest (go Bengals š !). A proud Marquette University alumni, she works in robotics sales during the day and spends her evenings spinning tales with talking animals and flying fairy-winged toads.
On the off chance that she isnāt stationed at her writing desk, she can be found glued to whatever Nintendo console she can get her hands on working to sustain her self-proclaimed title of āPokĆ©mon Masterā. You might also find her snuggling with her golden doodle or hitting the slopes during the winter season (aka her favorite season) either snowboarding or skiing.
“A writer is a writer not because she writes well and easily, because she has amazing talent, or because everything she does is golden. A writer is a writer because, even when there is no hope, even when nothing you do shows any sign of promise, you keep writing anyway.”