Mr. Grace Strikes Again!

Welcome to, the home of Author Grace R. Duncan!

Um, well, it should be.

You see, Mr. Grace broke the website. Again. Yeah, this is what happens when you decide to bathe your Tasmanian Devil/Poodle (Tasmadoodle! Patent Pending) named Daisy in the same house as the server, living next door to a nuclear arms facility.

But, do not fear! Once his arms are attached, and the world recovers from a 30,000 degree baptism by nuclear fire, repairing the site will go much faster. Right now he’s using his teeth for layouts, while we wait on his cybernetic limbs! Which should be around a few decades or a few centuries, depending on when the human race advances to bleeding edge, much less working and non-radioactive, technology again.

I mean, a website doesn’t work too well when all you can do is, maybe, Morse code with lights, banging rocks together, or smoke signals…? Maybe yelling REALLY loud in HTML/CSS?

Ahem. Grace says to move on and that I, The Forever Cursed Mr. Grace – May he perish from one thousand papercuts! – have gone off the deep end with an “it’s broken, we’re fixing it” page. But I say “c’mon live a little!” She says I’m sleeping under the car tonight if I don’t stop it already.

SHHHHH, nobody tell her I clicked The Button!

Until then, find Grace at one of these fine locations:


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