So, after barely surviving life in Hollywood, it was time to move on to larger intellectual challenges—like writing a novel—an experience that left her feeling she had finally found what it is she was put on this earth to do. Which brings us to the part where she explored her own God-shaped hole by writing about mine.
I recently saw Tiffanie at her house in Boulder, Colorado—she splits her time between the Rocky Mountains and New York City—it’s kind of a yin and yang thing. Or perhaps it’s more Green Acres, I don’t know which. What I do know is that if Tiffanie’s not typing all day, she’s either obsessively running half a dozen miles, obsessively chasing her favorite rock bands around the country, obsessively playing her guitar, or obsessively playing with her husband.
I guess I could describe Tiffanie as a bit obsessive about things, but really, I’m not one to talk.
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