Award winning author K.D. Harp is a native Atlantan who enjoys world travel, volunteering for emergency service organizations, archery and educating non-Southern folk
about the appropriate use of the phrase "Bless his heart," the original meaning of which has NOTHING to do with sarcastically calling
someone a sucker or dimwit. (It is properly used to imply a 'there but for the Grace of God' sentiment and she doesn't care how many dadburn Yankee transplants around here try to tell her otherwise.)
((Editor's Note: Yankees capable of learning local culture are never "dadburn" unless they start off on how much better it is back in the place they need to return to, toute suite.))
The BBA graduate of Georgia State University loves truly smart female leads, and most of hers will MacGyver their way out of some sort of situation whether it's jury-rigging a flamethrower with kitchen supplies or finding new uses for a fire extinguisher to escape an inferno. Bored and dismayed by the trend in fiction to equate genuine love with the pale imitation of lust without personal investment, K.D. chooses to portray people of character engaged with a world that lacks it. When they do it without losing the physical passion and sense of humor God would give to them, it's a total win.
Blessed with law enforcement specialists, a retired nurse and several physicians to consult on technical specifics in her works, she is a former nursing student and trained in First Aid. (She may make a poor conversationalist at lunch, but can perform the Heimlech maneuver, should you be laughing at a joke in the wrong moment.) It wouldn't be her first rodeo. She's rescued a choking infant, identified TIA and the need for immediate ER support, assisted with CPR on a heart attack victim, and revived a suffocating seizure victim before paramedics arrived. (Can you guess who wanted to be an EMT as a child?)
No stranger to danger, she's defused the threat of a fully drawn arrow aimed square on her heart and thwarted pickpockets in Budapest and Rome (not the Georgia Rome, the one famous for gelato, pizza and the Popemobile). Her favorite off-road adventure involves a far from solid stretch of lava, and she nearly floated over a waterfall without the requisite barrel.
She's volunteered for police departments, served on her county CERT (Community Emergency Response Team) Board, is one of few civilians certified by the Georgia Emergency Management Agency to be a CERT Train the Trainer instructor
...and has the high-tech government issued James-Bond-esque cotton/poly blend polo shirt to prove it.
Before taking the leap for her first love, (full length fiction, natch), K.D. freelanced for such diverse publications as America Online, (see Tripping the Lights, Frantastic! under SHORT PIECES/FRAN on this site), a piece which earned her a whiny email from a disgruntled Florida newsperson who couldn't grock the irony of standing in a storm telling people at home NOT to go out, 'cause you know, there's massive rain and treacherous winds, and what, a weather reporter's galoshes are made of SuperKevlar or something? Fans of other publications to which K.D. contributed including, Games Magazine, The Raleigh Citizen, and Digital Signal Processing and Multimedia Review were far more apt to understand irony, or at least, humor, and sometimes very cool cutting edge high-tech digital graphics CODEC stuff, (the very infancy of digital broadcasting, future live internet cams, and self-uploaded videos) ...which is all obsolete by now.
In addition to earning industry recognition as an author, (see AWARDS tab) K.D.'s been honored for her service to children and community with a Distinguished Service Award from her local Boy Scouts of America District Council, hugs from children's musical stars, students, and young musicians.
Of course, until she snags the Nobel Peace Prize for Literature, the ultimate reward is a heartfelt "I love you" from her husband or son. (...The things a person will write in order to get the trash taken out on time...)