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Official Bio

Amy London is an award-winning writer and storyteller and an Arizona native, where she pursued acting for theater and film.

After surviving a traumatic brain injury in 2015, she turned to creative writing as part of her recovery.

Her first non-fiction essay on brain injury was published in the anthology, Surviving Brian Injury: Stories of Strength and Inspiration.

She returned to the stage several summers later, winning first place in The Storyline Slam telling her story within the theme of “Magic.”

Her micro-nonfiction, “When the Salve Stopped the Bleeding,” was a top 6 finalist in The Nasiona Writing Prompts Tournament #6.

The Writing

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I began writing to recover from my darkest self—to construct a lighthouse to bring me home. After a while common themes emerged:

How do we live in the world and have it make sense? How do we find hope with all the discomfort and doubt? How do we set a better example if we are unsure of our own footing?

I find the answers in everyday occurrences and write about them in a way that is easy to understand. By revealing how I handle situations, even in the most inept way, my problems turn into solutions, feel supportive, and are of service. All with a dash of spirituality and stark humor.

My intention is that in the end we will all be better for it in one way or another.

“Try to leave the Earth a better place than when you arrived.”
—Sidney Sheldon

My Story

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Beginning

I am raised in a family which encourages creativity. I enter essay contests and write poetry with abandon. I am a voracious reader, and stack up summer reading program ribbons.

Age eight, my older brother is diagnosed seriously mentally ill. I grow up overnight, and put my energy into solving adult problems.

Middle and high school, I journal to ease emotional discomfort, and publish a paper or two about teenage misadventures. Accolades come from theatre and acting, so I leave writing behind. I can hide who I am in other people, and it feels safe.

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Middle

Early-twenties I attend college, but it pales in comparison to a life of parties and predictive relationships. I fail out, work full-time, and try again. Eventually acting comes back to help me graduate, and I move to Hollywood to repay the favor.

Early-thirties I spend my days at an office job, dreaming of my big break. Instead of becoming rich and famous, I find recovery in 12-step programs. Much later I realize this is a better deal.

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End

Late-thirties in the span of 18 months my brother and mother die, I lose my job, my car, and a lot of my mental footing. I return to school to find myself and piece things together. Creative writing makes a brief appearance but feels frivolous so I abandon it.

Early-forties I work full-time and graduate with honors and new degrees from two colleges. I return to acting again to avoid drowning in unresolved grief. Something is missing, but I can’t quite place it. Computer work appears to be a good fit.

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Rebirth

Mid-forties one summer night a cicada comes into my kitchen. I crawl up on a chair to trap it and lose my footing. I fall backward and sustain a traumatic brain injury.

As part of my rehabilitation it is suggested I return to writing. When I do something lights up in me and whispers, “We missed you! Welcome home.”