Miscellaneous posts about me

Sweet Cereal, Tom Brady’s Balls: & More 1st World Problems.

I haven’t written a blog in so long that I forgot my WordPress password. The thing is, I’ve been hunkered down like a mole rat–writing, writing, writing; haven’t had much to say. “Go Hawks” obviously, but everybody is writing about football (and Tom Brady’s balls) this week. This one is about cereal, yoga pants and

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September 25 , 2014 | Posted by inazajac | No Comments

Four Questions About Writing

I’m rather psyched about this post. I was recently tagged by fellow Booktrope author Nicole Persun ( and asked to answer four questions about writing. It was a lot of fun. Hope you enjoy. Note to the following three northwest authors: consider yourself tagged. Email me for further instructions. Mary Rowen, A.C. Fuller and Laura

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Squirrels vs. Raccoons & Dave Grohl vs. Nickelback

It’s the question I am getting a lot since launching my official author page (Ina Zajac Writes) on Facebook. What’s up with the squirrel? Is your book about squirrels? No, though there are four kick-ass raccoons. Before explaining, a quick update. Since signing with Booktrope last month, things have been hectic. It’s good stress, the kind

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When Time Turns Itself Inside Out

This one goes out to all you writers, artists, musicians and intuitive types who don’t conform to labels.

I just heard an intriguing “Pop Cast” on Pop Tech with Scott Barry Kaufman, cognitive psychologist and author. Loved it, and wanted to share it with my fellow creators. Until a few days ago I had been unfamiliar with Kaufman’s work. He is an adjunct assistant professor at New York University, author of Ungifted: Intelligence Redefined, co-founder of The Creativity Post, and blogger for Scientific American’s Beautiful Minds.

Scary Monkeys & Author Platforms

I’ve been a writer for more than 20 years, but am just now posting my first blog. Here’s a little backstory. It all started one morning back in the 1970s when a chimpanzee terrorized my neighborhood. I grew up in West Seattle by the way, not Africa. “Mommy, there’s a monkey in the yard!” She didn’t believe us, not until innocent blood was

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