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About Me
- A Novel Woman
- Montreal, Quebec, Canada
- A Novel Woman, AKA Pamela Patchet, was unwittingly born and raised in Toronto instead of Paris. She worked her way from A&W carhop to political advisor to advertising executive where, on any given day, she was called upon to soothe disgruntled clients, cajole temperamental artists, juggle multi-million dollar budgets or locate trained penguins for television commercials. She married a handsome dentist for love and a lifetime of free dental care, raised three kids, and established a freelance writing career, not unlike her earlier jobs, minus the penguins.
3 comments:
Brilliant! I love it, and I so relate. {g}
Linda
Novel woman, I've always enjoyed your posts but these last few poetic ones have made me cack my pants. Thankyou so much for the poetic pauses!
That is brilliant!
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