Well, this feels a bit awkward. Since you’ve found this page I’ll assume you really do want to know more about me. I’ll do my best to enlighten you.
I was born in…no wait, that’s too far back. I’ll start with something more recent. I moved around a lot as a child (Air Force/Civil Service brat), but finally settled in New Mexico around 5th grade. To be honest, I didn’t like it much. I’m a huge fan of green, leafy trees and running water, both of which are severely lacking in New Mexico unless you head to the northern part of the state. We did not live in the northern part. We lived in the part full of tumbleweeds and sand, but I digress.
I went to college, because it seemed like the thing to do, and graduated with a degree in English and absolutely no idea what to do with it. I tried out “Administrative Assistant” which didn’t work for me at all. So I did the safest thing I knew…I moved 2,000 miles away to get a master’s degree at Syracuse University.
That year and a half was probably the best time of my school life. I received a top notch education in publishing, and met my future husband. We made a deal, the first person to find a job determines where we live. I found a job in Dallas first, so that’s where we landed. The hubby loves it as it’s warm and he gets to wear shorts year round. You just don’t do that in Syracuse.
We’ve spent a lot of time in Dallas. Despite my degrees in English and publishing, I ended up with a career in graphic arts. Go figure. I’m a tech geek by nature, so it suited me perfectly. For awhile. I love working with software, especially if I get to combine it with doing something artsy. At the back of my mind, though, a thought kept nagging. “Don’t you like to write?” As anyone who has received an email from me can attest, yes I love to write. But it’s hard, after working 8-10 hours a day on something visual, to come home and write, well, anything at all.
In 2009, my husband and I started a new adventure by moving to Philadelphia. He started a new job, and I started along a new path toward becoming a writer. Yes, I do have an amazingly supportive husband. No, you can’t have him.
My first attempt at a novel was, shall we say, a learning experience. So was living on the East Coast. I trekked out in the first nor’easter to buy a shovel. But I digress…again.
Since then, my husband and I have moved back to Dallas. Yay, no more snow. And then we moved to Rockville, Maryland. I haven’t seen snow yet but I’m delighted that we live in a place where someone else will shovel.
I’m now working on the sequel to Stronger Than Magic, and also starting an entirely new series which I hope to chat about soon. To see what’s happening right this moment, check out the Books page.
A bit more about me:
1. If a book gets too tense I will flip forward to the last few pages to find out how it ends before I continue reading the story. No, this doesn’t in any way diminish the suspense for me; it just means I can focus on the story without having a heart attack.
2. As a child, I loved horror movies until I saw The Exorcist on TV. I left the room when her head started spinning and haven’t touched a true horror film since.
3. I am addicted to Dove Dark Chocolate. It’s the only candy I have a true craving for. I let the small square from heaven melt on my tongue until it dissolves into nothing, usually with my eyes closed. Pure bliss.
4. I once was the proud mommy to 24 cats. I was 16, and only one of them was allowed in the house. The rest were barn cats. All of them had names, and all of them were coddled beyond what might be expected for a barn cat.
5. My first car was a turquoise Datsun B210. No, they don’t make those anymore. I don’t think they made them then, either. Pretty sure mine was a holdover from the 60s. I have, however, seen that exact shade of turquoise on the road recently. The color must be making a comeback. Unfortunately.
6. I once had both ears double-pierced. The pain it caused was so excruciating that I let the second hole grow back in and swore off any other piercings.
7. One of my most treasured possessions is an autographed, leather-bound edition of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. I was giddy with excitement the day I met Douglas Adams. I was in college, and he was promoting his non-fiction book The Last Chance To See. I’m sure he’d rather I have handed him a copy of the non-fiction book, but who could pass up the opportunity to have him sign Hitchhiker? He’s yet another one on my list of those Gone Too Soon.