Aimee DuPré
Email: aimeedupre@hotmail.com
Aimee's Biography: I am
located in a small town nestled in the hills of southern Ohio along
the Ohio river.
I was born in that same small town in the fall of 1955. I
am married with one estranged daughter (that's a long story) and a
husband who desires my absolute devotion and attention (one does not
always get what one desires).
I don't have time to devote to writing so I have assumed a secret
identity. Aimee DuPré is actually my grandmother's middle
name and married name.
I write when I can steal a few moments alone and be
undisturbed. I have a propensity for verbosity, and I have more
story ideas than I'll ever be able to write down. I have a tendency
to procrastinate.
I search the web and get easily sidetracked. I may start with
research on a particular battle in the civil war and end up looking
at medical technology in the late 1800's.
I began writing fiction in high school and graduated in
1973. I have an associate of science degree (a two-year
program) from a local state university. In the late '80's and
early 90's I did extensive traveling back and forth from Kentucky to
Florida. I lived "on the road" in a travel trailer
for thirteen years, hitting the flea markets in the southern
states. I have lived in Lexington, Kentucky, and in Florida
briefly in Kissimmee and longer in Lakeland and Winter Haven, and
Fort Myers and San Carlos Park.
I have worked as a secretary and/or bookkeeper for:
| a two-year
college, |
| a nationally-known auto/life/health insurance company, |
| a children's hospital (as a technician in the lab), |
| an
advertising specialties company, |
| a dating service, |
| the American
Saddlebred Horse Association, |
| a local city government office, |
| a
restaurant/bar/comedy club, |
| a residential home builder, and |
| the district office of a major religious denomination. |
(Sounds like I can't hold a job!)
I completed my first novel, an historical romance entitled
"The Flame and the Rose" in 1993 or so. Actually, it
still is not complete. I must revise it before publishing it
here on my website.
The web has been a God-send for someone like me. Otherwise, I
would never have had the opportunity to have any of my work
published. My dream is to get positive feedback on my "great
American novel" and to become famous at least in my little neck
of the woods. (Reach for the stars, as they say.)
My Motto: "I may be obsessive, but I'm not
compulsive." -- Aimee DuPré
Interests
| Tom Berenger |
| writing |
| fan fiction |
| civil war history |
| western history (1860's through 1890's) |
| romance writing and reading |
| especially historical romance |
| playing the piano, the Hammond organ, and the mandolin |
Favorite Music
| 1970's rock and pop
| even the dreaded disco (that was my era!) |
| popular |
| bluegrass |
| Linda Eder, Broadway singer |
| Barry Manilow, singer and song writer |
| Harry Connick, Jr., singer and fantastic pianist |
| Michael Bublé, singer |
| Michael McDonald, singer, song writer (former Doobies Band
member) |
| Doyle Lawson and Quicksilver (bluegrass) |
| IIIrd Tyme Out (bluegrass) |
| and the oldies |
| The Doobie Brothers |
| Creedance Clearwater Revival |
| Dan Fogelberg |
|
Favorite Books
| Civil War history
| historical romance (set in Western 1860's - 1890's) |
| Charles Stanley's In Touch magazine |
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Recipe of the Month
Jose Cuervo Tequila Christmas Cookie
Ingredients:
1 cup of water
1 tsp. baking soda
1 cup of
sugar
1 tsp. salt
1 cup of brown
sugar
lemon juice
4 large
eggs
1 cup nuts
2 cups of dried
fruit
1 bottle Jose Cuervo Tequila
Sample the
Cuervo to check quality. Take a large bowl, check the Cuervo again,
to be sure it is of the highest quality, pour one level cup and
drink.
Turn on the electric
mixer...Beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl.
Add one teaspoon of
sugar...Beat again. At this point it's best to make sure the Cuervo
is still OK, try another cup ...
just in case.
Turn off the
mixerer thingy. Break 2 leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the
cup of dried fruit, Pick the frigging fruit off floor... Mix on the
turner. If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers just pry it
loose with a drewscriver. Sample the Cuervo to check for
tonsisticity.
Next, sift two
cups of salt, or something. Who giveshz a sheet. Check the Jose
Cuervo. Now shift the lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add one
table. Add a spoon of sugar, or somefink. Whatever you can find.
Greash the oven.
Turn the cake
tin 360 degrees and try not to fall over. Don't forget to beat off
the turner. Finally, throw the bowl through the window, finish the
Cose Juervo and make sure to put the stove in the dishwasher.
CHERRY MISTMAS
(Aimee's
note: Sorry, but I had to include this. It reminds me of
the first time I ever fixed Thanksgiving dinner for my mother.
I was living away from home in Columbus, Ohio. My first
husband took care of the turkey. He basted it in
muscatel. Rot gut muscatel. He kept disappearing to the
kitchen -- behind one of those swinging doors -- to "baste the
turkey."
By the time the turkey was
basted, my "turkey" was "wasted.")
Questions or comments are welcomed, but please,
no flaming! Constructive criticism is often more
advantageous than passionate praises.
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