Fred East is the pen name of a self-proclaimed crazy cat lady with what she considers a healthy obsession with Doctor Who (AKA, she’d love to take Peter Capaldi to dinner. Uh, yes, she totally meant dinner.)
She earned the nickname Fred because she was born before ultrasounds were commonplace and if she was going to be born a boy, her name was going to be Fredrick. That all changed when the doctor handed a screaming bundle of joy to Mom saying "Congratulations, it's a girl.'' Fast forward to the teenage years and poor ol' Dad had a hard time coping with the drama. When things were particularly bad, he'd put an arm around her young shoulders and say, "Come on, Fred. We're going fishing." That was dad-speak for "Calm down, I can't deal."
When sFred East is the pen name of a self-proclaimed crazy cat lady with what she considers a healthy obsession with Doctor Who (AKA, she’d love to take Peter Capaldi to dinner. Uh, yes, she totally meant dinner.)
She earned the nickname Fred because she was born before ultrasounds were commonplace and if she was going to be born a boy, her name was going to be Fredrick. That all changed when the doctor handed a screaming bundle of joy to Mom saying "Congratulations, it's a girl.'' Fast forward to the teenage years and poor ol' Dad had a hard time coping with the drama. When things were particularly bad, he'd put an arm around her young shoulders and say, "Come on, Fred. We're going fishing." That was dad-speak for "Calm down, I can't deal."
When she's not writing off the wall stories or cussing like a sailor, she works a very lovely IT job and takes care of her five cats, one dog, a teenage son and, on rare occasions, her husband. Between remodeling her house and small craft projects, she's also trying various preservation techniques to ensure the skulls of her enemies are dishwasher safe. ...more