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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 is the co-founder of Type Set, Inc, an editing and formatting service dedicated to helping writers with publication in their sights. She has also worked as an editor for Drollerie Press, and written freelance articles for several websites.

Most regularly, Lisa is a contributor at Tales from the Hollow Tree, where she publishes free short stories every other Friday with author Isabelle Santiago. You can find a complete list of Lisa’s free short stories here. She is also a regular instructor at The Writer’s Dojo.

On a personal note, Lisa is currently editing her first novel, a YA fairy-tale fantasy that she hopes to have polished for querying soon.

Outside of writing, Lisa indulges in several crafts of a more tangible nature as well (knitting, crochet, bookbinding, spinning yarn), 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 sometimes sells handbound journals and notebooks at CinderLisaDesign.

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




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  • These are free short reads I've posted on TALES FROM THE HOLLOW TREE. Enjoy them free!
    The Night Train - 2/24/2012
    Something was tickling the back of Annie’s mind. Something that she knew was there, but she felt like she didn’t want to know. The image of the train’s light slicing through darkness shook her again as the boy’s wailing started to die down.
    The King's Knight - 2/3/2012
    No one could believe that a hero could be so ugly. They don’t have to believe it—they see his face only when it is covered by his helmet.
    He is not like my husband.
    All Our Many Secrets - 1/20/2012
    When we were seven, it was the names of boys we thought were cute. We pinky swore to take the names of each others’ would-be future husbands to our graves.
    First Sight - 1/6/2012
    Bang.
    That’s the closest I can come to a description of how I felt. Her eyes were big and brown and seemed to hit me in the stomach like a physical force.
    Independence Day - 11/18/2011
    I snap my suitcase shut. It’s a classy vintage number—maybe I should have thought about how much space it’d take up in my dorm room when I saw it at the thrift shop, but I couldn’t help myself. It was so pretty.
    Bullet - 10/29/2011
    I can’t remember where I am or how I got here. Can’t remember the enemy who has shot me, even. Can’t fathom who could hate me so much. All I know now is that I am dying and alone—that there is a hole torn through me and that the poets are right.
    Light the Sea - 10/7/2011
    It was tradition. On the last day of Autumn before the oncoming death of Winter, lights are set adrift on the sea to carry prayers for the safe return of our men, lost on far-off waves, far-off shores.
    Capable - 09/16/2011
    He headed towards the beverages, reached in for a sports drink, gritting his teeth as the fabric of his long-sleeved shirt chafed against his wrists, where the skin was raw and red. He chuckled softly. Finally free of their metal restraints, covered in soft cotton, the welts there ached more than they had in years.
    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.
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