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Hot pursuit of a career in advertising landed Carol Doane a job at the newspaper. She rose through the ranks as slow as a bug picking its way through molasses until eventually there weren't any men left to tap for leadership roles and she slid into management – just in time to ride the 2007 financial crisis.

Not content to leave her future in the hands of a perishing industry, Carol Doane decided to take advantage of everything she'd learned selling advertising, writing ad copy, and managing people, and threw her energy into writing novels.

Other than that she is the best friend to three Bolognese dogs and a mom to one lovely daughter from Asia.

During a short stint at a start-up community website, Carol Doane wrote and created audio stories engaging local authors and booksellers. You can still read and listen to the series Book Talk here:

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You may also enjoy, How I got here and why it matters by Carol Doane.

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