On the dark and stormy night Ginny Fleming was born, the Earth shook(somewhere), the planets swirled (somewhere - out there) and(somewhere - in a galaxy far far away) life formed from a thick,bubbly primordial soup, which coincidentally resembled the veryfirst meal Fleming prepared for her husband many, many (backwhen dirt was a pup), many years ago.Fleming first told the world she wanted to be a ballerina.The world replied: "Tell me another one, Stumblefoot."After that, she kept her hopes and dreams to herself.Over the years, after failing to become a veterinarian(her brother informed her it meant she couldn't ever eat meatagain), a nurse (they shove the thermometer **WHERE**?),a missionary (the natives are all veterinarians, right?)and a Wild-Wild-West-Horse-Riding-Cowgirl (all the *real*horses live across the river and get too skinny runningthe Kentucky Derby), she finally closed her eyes and listenedfor that small clear voice deep inside. When at last it spoke,Fleming thought it said:"Artist".After spending years painting everything thatmoved, she finally threw up her hands (though she'd not reallyeaten them - merely nibbled a fingernail or two) and had toadmit perhaps she'd misheard the small clear voice. Perhaps ithad not whispered "Artist" after all. Perhaps it had merelymumbled. Perhaps it was only her stomach growling.Somewhere along the way, Fleming stumbled acrossher first computer. After cussing a blue streak and massagingher injured toe, she looked around the room for the idiot who'dleave a perfectly good computer in her path. Booting up thecontraption, she was surprised to hear it whisper:"Writer".She took that to be Word From On High and promptlyclimbed the basement stairs (futilely searching for the loftyVoice of Inspiration) and ate a chocolate cupcake (just incase it was her stomach grumbling again).While Fleming proudly takes credit for the death anddestruction of at least three computers, she *is* mildlysurprised to have extracted many screenplaysand novels from the Gates-Inspired Tool of the Devil.The Southern Indiana Writers Group (SIW) regularly contributeto her delinquency. On occasion, she returns the favor.~o0o~Optioned screenwriter, novelist, short-story writer... Professional Liar.