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About Bridget
Bridget came to writing later in life, after the birth of her son and an ensuing post-partum depression, in which her doctor’s primary prescription was to get sunshine and write.
This she did, in addition to taking a respite from the world of real estate. Secretly, she had always dreamed of becoming an artist and a writer, but the idea had been pounded into her head that artists starve and a business degree would be more practical for someone with dyslexia. However, as her son grew and she healed, she began to take courses through the UW system, she purchased a computer, she learned to type, (at least two-fingered) and she made prodigious use of the UW Madison’s Writing Center where she tackled head on her own learning limitations.
In 2003, on the advice of a writer friend, Bridget applied to the Vermont College Master’s Degree Program in Montpelier Vermont. Even though it seemed a long shot, she decided that if she was accepted, she would go. Not only was she accepted, she received a Scholarship Award for her application essay entitled ”Lessons of a Lifetime,” along with a substantial check to be applied to her future tuition.
In 2005, at the age of 45, Bridget graduated from VC with her MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults. A month later, she received news that her first completed short story “Miracle on Monkey Mountain” won second place in the Madison Magazine Short Story Contest.
Bridget has completed two novels that are currently under review with a publisher. She is working on her third novel “Ordinary Angels” which like her short story MMM makes use of the second person POV and draws deeply from her own life experience.
Author Jane Hamilton has described Bridget’s use of the second person POV as “skillful, without pretense or self-consciousness so that the pain of the child and her strength are clearly revealed.”
Bridget’s personal goal is to continue to get her work out into the world, to publish more of her poetry, to land a book contact in 2008 and to find a reasonable way to keep food on the table while pursuing her dreams.
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