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About skatoolaki : In a land where ghosts and ghost stories were as common and accepted as the gray, curling moss dripping from the oak and pecan trees, the art of storytelling was a rite of passage in any young Southerners' life.
As for myself, quite literally raised "on the bayou", I was not immune to this bard-like existence.
Writing since I could hold a pen, I have put out an extensive mess of words that have, over the years, accumulated into a myriad of web sites, blogs, and even a few published works. Words do not – yet – a paycheck make, however, and I currently pay the bills as a web designer. I keep up my geeky street cred with a website (skatoolaki.com) and blog (digitopus.com).
I reside in Louisiana's lovely capital city of Baton Rouge with my boyfriend of 13 years, 4 cats, and a fish named Google.
And, no, my other car is not a pirogue.
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Wednesday 26 November 2014