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Lisa Asanuma is a long-time lover of the written word who graduated with a Literature degree from the College of Creative Studies at UC Santa Barbara, where her focus was on creative writing and poetry. She has worked as a freelance writer and as an editor for Drollerie Press, and she is the co-founder of Type Set, Inc, an editing and formatting service dedicated to helping writers with publication in their sights.

Outside of writing, Lisa indulges in several crafts of a more tangible nature as well, and would like to be at least successful enough to support an ever-growing addiction to yarn and fiber.  She can frequently be found on Ravelry, and has an Etsy shop where she sells handbound journals and notebooks at CinderLisaDesign.

For a taste of Lisa’s work, check out the free reads at Tales from the Hollow Tree, Lisa’s Young Adult flash fiction blog with Isabelle Santiago.

Follow Lisa on Twitter @LisaAsanuma, catch up with her on Facebook, or contact her at lisa.asanuma@gmail.com

  • Lisa's Latest Free Shorts

    These are free short reads I've posted on TALES FROM THE HOLLOW TREE. Enjoy them free! The Night the Sky Split - 09/02/2011 It was all over the news. The Milky Way would be extra-visible due to atmospheric somethingorother. The scientist were explaining it left and right. The pictures, they said, would be breathtaking. And they were. But no one saw what I saw. Gnome Migration - 08/19/2011 I was noticing it more and more. The gnomes were going missing. Disappearing one at a time. There were only about six left. Well, six, and Bopper’s hand. Serendipity School - 08/05/2011 I didn’t want to be a witch. Witches were old and warty and apparently meltable by water. I was sixteen, Homecoming Queen, and very fond of baths. Trickster - 07/22/2011 He traveled far from his home, wandering the desert, and finally found a rock that had fallen from the sky. He walked to the vast sea, which would not be carried with him however he tried, and found a dying stone creature in the shape of a star. Procession - 07/08/2011 I dreamed about the music after that. Not every night, but sometimes. I was sure it had been a fever-induced invention. Music like that wasn’t possible—or at least wasn’t anything I’d ever experienced before. Goodbye, Shalott - 04/29/2011 She shivers as the water laps at her feet. It’s dawn, and she knows that if she waits any longer someone will try to stop her. As if they could will her heart into beating longer, when she was determined it would stop today. Secret Cover - 04/15/2011 And for a moment he wanted to—to take her skin and hide it, like the men did in the old stories, make her his in every way he could. Jethro Drabbles II - 04/01/2011 The last time she saw him, he’d broken her heart. Not in the normal, guys-are-jerks way. He was a traitor, an enemy—a lie. Jumping - 03/18/2011 I lay on the ground for whole minutes with my eyes screwed shut, praying that I was dreaming and pinching myself as hard as I could manage. Belief - 03/04/2011 None of us chose this life. It chose us. That’s always the way it’s been, since time was time. It’s how it always would be.
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