I’m a writer, I guess. I’ve been making my living as a writer, in one way or another, since 2002.
But I do lots of other things.
I crochet nearly constantly.
I do as much renovation as one can while being a renter.
I’m in a long-distance relationship with my dog and chickens, and it’s rough.
I run, but not as much as I should. My favorite exercise is doing lawn work. Seriously! I’m an amazing shoveler. (Plus chickens produce a lot of um, compostables, so there tends to be a lot to transport via shovel and wheelbarrow.)
Why The Real Kate Wood? Well, it was the most obnoxious social media tag I could come up with on the spot. But also, I’ve learned the hard way that being an early adopter has its downsides—mainly, I get misdirected email (and thanks to iMessage, texts) meant for other Kate Woods all the time. I try to be patient and set people right, but man, when other Kate Woods fill in my email address to sign up for mailing lists it drives me bananas. (Lots of Kate Woods are in the UK, too, where without the CAN-SPAM Act it’s much harder to get removed from mailing lists. I’ve gotten some woman’s Sky TV bill every month for literally years.)
Sometimes I think of it as a glimpse into another dimension, where I’m a doctor in Canada, or I have a great granddad who’s always getting into amusing situations, or I’m married to a Southeast Asian man and have two adorable children. (I’m none of these things, but these examples are not made up.) There are lots of people with my name, but I’m the only one I know. That’s what makes me the real Kate Wood.