Christina Berry
First book in the Lost in Austin series, this is a women's fiction story of self-discovery, sex, and love. It is a completed draft of 116,000 words.
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Second book in the Lost in Austin series, this is a story about the twists and turns through the odyssey of life. It is a completed draft of 135,000 words.
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Third book in the Lost in Austin series, this is a phoenix story of redemption for a man who's hit bottom. It is still a work in progress.
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Horror and sci-fi meet feminist romance in this dystopic standalone novel about a woman and her AI lover. In second draft edits; 95,000 words.
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Despite a passion for fiction, so far my success as a writer has come from writing non-fiction.
I write all of the content for All Things Cherokee, a respected resource for Cherokee genealogy and cultural information. I started the site in 1998, and today it boasts a Facebook following of over 280K.
And then there's Pleasant Valley Ranch, a comedy (at times, dramedy) DIY blog which has tracked the thirteen-year progress of remodeling an old house in east Austin, and how my husband and I have managed to stay married anyway.
Also, in my current capacity as VP of Production & Operations at GigaOm, I've written several articles which appear on GigaOm, as well as Inc., Business Insider, and The Guardian. I also get to produce the popular podcast Voices in AI.
I have the same birthday as Lenny Bruce and Fox Mulder.
I've lived in Austin since 1995.
I'm a citizen of the Cherokee Nation.
I have a BA in History from the University of Texas at Austin.
I swim at Barton Springs, drink Kraken rum, and like to take pictures (all of the photos on the site are mine).
Thursday July 14, 2005 12:14AM There are no cabs in sight, not one. It’s odd. Usually, I can find one at the cross streets on Seventh, but as I walk along the block there’s nothing. Well, not nothing, there are plenty of people—all crowded onto the cobbled sidewalk, already inebriated, anxious to get a head […]
Saturday December 11, 2004 I’m pretty sure I can make out Vincent Van Gogh’s self-portrait in the grain pattern of our wood floors. My eyes have drifted out of focus, but I fixate on the face in the floor. Behind me on the couch, Greg runs his fingers through my hair, as he flips through […]
Wednesday July 13, 2005 9:42AM “Ari’s been hit by a car.” What? I bolt upright in bed as panic hits me like a swift kick to the chest. The air punches out of my lungs, and my throat closes up. I nearly drop the phone in my panic. “What?” I croak. “Is she—” “She’s okay.” […]