BIO FOR AUTHOR, CINDY
McDONALD…
For the past twenty years Cindy has helped her
husband raise, train, and race Thoroughbreds at their forty-five acre farm
known as Fly-By-Night Stables near Pittsburgh.
During those years Cindy has
paid close attention to the characters that hang-out at the back-side of the
track. She found the situations and life style most intriguing. In 2005
she sat down at her computer and began a journey into writing about this life
that few understand.
Cindy has recently retired
from making her living as a professional choreographer. She owned and operated
Cindy McDonald’s School of Dance since 1985. She studied at
Pittsburgh Ballet Theatre School and with the Pittsburgh Dance Alloy at
Carnegie Mellon University to name a few. She has choreographed many
musicals and an opera for the Pittsburgh Savoyards.
To find out more about
future books of the Unbridled Series,
please visit Cindy’s website at: www.cindymcwriter.com
How to contact Cindy
McDonald:
Yep, I’m on twitter. Here’s
my handle: @cindymcdonald7
My books are available on
amazon:
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GUESS WHAT? YOU’RE AN AUTHOR!
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| Cindy and Mother |
Over
the course of twenty-six years I was very comfortable with my title: Miss
Cindy—dance teacher/choreographer, and
after a long and successful career, I
decided to make a change. In 2011 I published my first book, Deadly.com. I
became an author, a writer, a storyteller. Problem was that I still thought of
myself as a dancer/choreographer. Nothing had changed and I didn’t give it much
thought until I attended a wedding—it was the day that everything changed…
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No, this isn't Cindy on Dancing With the Stars...Just my
imagination of what she'd look like! Right? |
I
had just retired from my dance school in May to focus on writing my books, and
on a very hot day in June my husband and I attended my dear friend’s daughter’s
wedding. It was an outside wedding and we took our seats waiting for the
ceremony to begin when another friend sat down next to me. She asked about my
new release and how it was going, and we
chatted casually until it was time for the bride to make her appearance. I
didn’t give it another thought. After all I was still just Miss Cindy, the dance
teacher/choreographer, and then as I approached the cookie table a woman tapped
me on the shoulder.
“I
didn’t mean to listen in on your conversation,” she began, “but did I hear you
say that you are an author?”
I probably
looked at the woman like she had just grown another head. What? Am I a what? It was the first time anyone had called me that!
It was the first time anyone had even uttered the word. Author…author… I must’ve stood there for well over fifteen seconds
staring at her like an idiot because she cocked her head to the side and said
to me, “I could have sworn that I heard someone ask you about a book that
you’ve written. I love to read, and I’ve never met an author.” Skeptically, she
repeated, “Are you an author?”
It
wasn’t computing. Yes, I wrote a book, and I had said book published. But I’m a
dance teacher, a choreographer, I couldn’t possibly be an …um… author. Finally,
my husband spoke up, “Yes, Cindy wrote a book called, Deadly.Com. It’s a murder
suspense book. Do you like murder suspense books?”
The
woman’s face lit up. “I love murder suspense books! Where can I buy it?”
Yet
still I stood there like a total moron, still
contemplating her very first question: are you an author? At last I managed to
speak. I said, “Amazon… you can buy the book on amazon.”
Tickled
pink that she had actually met a real-live honest-to-God moron… I mean, author,
the woman gathered some cookies and returned to her table. My husband turned to
me and said, “Well you totally blew that. If she’d have asked you about the
dance school, you would’ve given her a business card, directed her to the
website, and told her all about it. She asked you about your book and you were
clueless. You’ve got to get better prepared, Cindy. She was a potential
customer.”
He
was right. After I came out of my funk, I went straight to the task of getting
prepared. Nowadays with six published books under my belt, I actually admit to
being an author. When someone asks me about my books, I whip out that business
card, I direct them to my website, and yes I bore them to tears as I tell them
all about my books. Yep! That’s what I am: an honest-to-goodness, real-live, in-the–flesh author.
Hmmm,
now I’ve just got to figure out something snappy to say when people ask, “Are
you on the New York Times best seller list?”
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