Eileen Malone lives in the coastal fog of the necropolis of Colma where San Francisco buries its dead. She writes every day because she is hounded by the nagging thought everytime she does anything else that what she really should be doing is writing. It’s when she feels most that she is doing what she was born to do.

Her website is www.EileenMalone.us.

 

 

 

 

   
 

 

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