Greetings: My name is Rahma Krambo. (My family calls me Sherri, but I answer to both names.) I am fortunate to live in sunny California on a semi-rural two acre spread we call ‘Camp Relentless’. Because some plant is always in bloom and we don’t use chemical weapons, it seems we are host to 90% of the birds in the neighborhood which makes for righteous good bird chorusing at sunrise and chronic allergies.
Whenever I can sneak away from real life, I’m writing. I’m currently working on a middle grade fantasy titled Guardian Cats and the Lost Books of Iskandriyah.
My talents: I write while I’m cooking, eating, driving, showering, but not working out, so I’ve put on at least five pounds in the last year. I manage o.k. with six hours sleep and the assistance of an afternoon Grande Americano from Starbucks. (Yes, I’ll take that extra shot.) I appear to be fairly normal, but a recent test for Asberger’s shows me at risk. Through rigorous practice I have developed the ability to flip from my left brain to my right in the blink of an eye, a talent which comes in handy when I have only 30 seconds to jot things down at stoplights.
Other stuff about me:
- I love cats. I don’t know if people dump their cats off, or I’m just a cat magnet, but we always have a cluster of strays that wander through, sometimes stopping to give birth and move on, like our property is on some feline migratory path. Some of them stay and become pets.
- I also love books. So I’m writing a book called the Guardian Cats, those mysterious felines who were appointed to protect books the magical books rescued from the fire that destroyed the Library of Iskandriyah. I will let you know when I’ve stopped revising and editing and get it in print.
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We are the Protagonists in our own life story, a mystery we’ve been given to solve. Every day we get clues…if we are paying attention… which lead us closer to finding out who we are. That’s why I love writing so much, because it mirrors real life, even fiction, maybe especially fiction. RK
“The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity.” Albert Einstein
Hi Rahma,
Thanks again for stopping by my blog.
I am very new to being a “Blogger”…although in a way for years I have been blogging on FB to my friends and family now its just a little wider of a net.
I love what you have written here in your “About me”…that “We are the Protagonists in our own life story.”.
That is so true.
I also agree that Curiosity is a gift and not a weapon of curse. Curiosity for other worlds and people and times and places led me to seek out the world of words in books and led to make up stories for myself to read as well.
I truly think writers are a wonderful and rare breed of creature: a bit like unicorns or a phoenix. Sometimes we shimmer with brilliance of creativity but often we are at risk because we do skim the surfaces of all the worlds around us…
Glad to meet a fellow writer.
You have a beautiful way of looking at things. “I truly think writers are a wonderful and rare breed of creature: a bit like unicorns or a phoenix. Sometimes we shimmer with brilliance of creativity but often we are at risk because we do skim the surfaces of all the worlds around us…” Glad to meet you as well.
Nice to meet you! Yes, we do have a lot in common. Cats, Central Valley and writing. I’d love to read your book when it comes out. Until then I’ll visit your blog.
My story about a troubled kid is still in the developmental stages, not a comedy, but black humor is how my MC survives.
For dark humor and satire, I could go to Tooty for mentoring couldn’t I?
We have much in common: I came here through our mutual British blog friend, Tooty, and it looks like we live in the same area. I live in Fresno. I have four cats and I just finished a fictional memoir about a troubled child living in a dysfuntional family. Mine is a comedy, because, well, I guess if you don’t laugh, you’ll cry.