Don't you just love trying to figure out what total strangers would like to know about you? I'll try to come up with something interesting.

Let's see. First off, I'm a writer--you know, one of those who've been writing stories literally since I could write. I have one novel published, a Biblical fiction entitled A Stray Drop of Blood. (For more info on that, check out WhiteFire Publishing ) or their page here on ShoutLife. WFP is a small publisher just getting off the ground, for whom I also do some editing. You can check out my ShoutLife page for my editing at shoutlife.com/editing. And feel free to visit my website at RoseannaMWhite.com. And my blog at RoseannaMWhite.blogspot.com.

My other fashionable hat is reviewer. My husband and I run the Christian Review of Books ( www.ChristianReviewofBooks.com or shoutlife.com/crob ), which is pretty much what its name says it is. I read and review tons of books through the CRoB, and I just started a column called "Between the Lines" that I've used to alternately rant and rave (the good kind of raving) about the books I read and the topics they bring up. I'm also getting into conducting author interviews through BtL. Finally, I've been a member of ACFW for over 2 years, too.

And more personally. . . I live in western Maryland with my wonderful hubby David (married 7 years last June), my gorgeous 3-yr-old daughter, Xoë (pronounced like Zoe), and our one-year-old son, Rowyn. David & I both attended St. John's College in Annapolis, known as the Great Books school, where we read everything from Aristotle to Virginia Wolfe, philosophy to science. (Guess all those stuffy classics is what has influenced my writing such that everyone apparently thought I was 50!)

Hobbies. . . who has time for them? Between reading and writing and feeding my ever-hungry family, helping with the CRoB, serving as pianist, music leader, and printer for our fledging church (Full Gospel Seventh Day Baptist in Cumberland, MD), and occasionally taking time for luxuries like sleeping, I don't have time for much else. (Just ask the dust bunnies hiding under my couch.)