Cindy Cruciger
Cindy Cruciger was born on a full moon night in Okeechobee, Florida. A few days later, the doctor who delivered her disappeared in the Bermuda Triangle. Weird? Yes. But, she's used to it.
She graduated from USF and UCF with a degree in computer engineering and is an alumna of the Delta Eta chapter of Kappa Delta sorority.
She got married, got a job, had a few kids and ended up in Puerto Rico for five years. There amongst the Chupacabra sightings, Santeria rituals, and all the usual island-life madness, on a full moon night a the height of the summer heat, no air-conditioning, fans blowing so hard the cats were skittering over the terrazzo floor trying to get some traction and failing, the scent of night blooming Jasmine so thick in the air that you could wring it out of the curtains - she started writing.
Her first work of fiction won an RT Book Club contest and for three years she has been chronicling the strange world of an aspiring author, try8ign to be published. Her Path to Publishing column appears monthly in RT Book Club Magazine.
She is a computer engineer for the University of Miami and freelances for the keynoter - a bi-weekly tabloid that chronicles everything and anything that happens in the hundred plus miles of the Florida Keys.
She currently lives in the village of Islamorada in the Florida Keys - until her neighbors read her book and kick off the island.
“I am only certain of one thing. If we are the sum total of our relationships, my balance sheet is bleeding red ink.”
“In one way or another everything communicates. Human are the only creatures on earth, with the exception of cats, that are certain of the absolute critical nature of the message they try to convey. I have found that the only difference between the two is that cats are correct, while humans...eh...not so much. Ninety-nine point nine percent of the time we are just making stuff up. And some of us have elevated it to a seriously messed up art form.”