M.C. Beeler, raised in northern Indiana, lives in the good ole Midwest (go Bengals š !). A proud Marquette University alumni, she enjoys spending 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 loyal feline companion, Sarge, or hitting the slopes during the winter season (aka her favorite season) either snowboarding or skiing.
PS: Newsletter subscribers get 1000 bonus cool person points AND a FREE short story just for joining in on the adventure ~ letters go out once a month and include fun tidbits of Margaretās life, creative project updates (sneak peeks and behind the scenes action before anyone else š±), and some furry friend commentary from her beloved pet cat, Sarge!
āA 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.ā