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KARIE EVANS

The Good News Is I took Notes…

A Bio of Karie Evans

 

The first thing to note about Karie Evans is her distaste for writing about herself in the third person, so please bear with.

I was born in Tennessee, uprooted to San Francisco, escaped to LA, and ricocheted off New Jersey back to California. I feel like a Baz Luhrmann song. I’m neither too soft nor too hard.

I spent my childhood in a southern Methodist church, believing the devil was hiding behind every corner, just waiting to steal my soul. So, obviously, as an adult, I wrote a novel, Lightbringer, in which I redeemed the great destroyer so he would no longer be a threat to anyone’s soul. You’re welcome.

I worked in Manhattan on Elle magazine’s then-fledgling website Elle.com. I quit partly because the implied stiletto dress code was wearing on my bunions. Also, someone convinced me to travel. Quitting Elle saved my life (see bad luck reference below – although considering I’m alive, maybe my luck isn’t all bad).

I worked with the mafia in waste management in Newark, New Jersey, but I will deny this in a court of law.

I owned a used car dealership in Riverside, California, which felt like working with the mafia.

I’ve been in marketing for over 15 years, currently in financial services, an industry that, incidentally, also feels like working with the mafia but with less loyalty.

Eric Kripke and Sera Gamble are my spirit animals. Not that I’m a witch who curses a lot; but I’m not not a witch who curses a lot.

I believe Die Hard is a Christmas movie, and I think if you don’t watch It’s a Wonderful Life every Christmas, you are some kind of heathen.

I completed college with over 200 units (you only need 120 to graduate, which I didn’t even do). I majored in History and English, minoring in comparative religion – credit the last bit to spending Sundays AND Wednesdays in church as a kid – what the hell was it all about?

I have written everything under the sun from scripts to novels and non-fiction to short stories. Even a poem – just one, which if I knew how to write music would have made a better song.

I’m bad luck.

I was in New York for September 11th (a tiny twist of fate and I wouldn’t be here today) and in the Bay Area during the 1989 Loma Prieta 7.0 earthquake. Don’t stand too close to me.

I have a passion for creating from novels to graphics. I can’t stop. Even if I have to publish myself. I’m very professional. I’ve been a boss. I’ve been an employee. They both suck, but winning the lottery is not in the cards (bad luck, remember).

In hindsight, every strange turn in my life eventually became a story. The good news is, I took notes.

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