I’ve always been a writer, since I could first talk and get my mom to take dictation. My very first book was painstakingly written at 4 years old. My mother told me how to spell each word I wanted and I wrote and illustrated a fascinating tale of a girl and her duck . . . which ended in the girl stabbing her pet to death. It was a chilling tale for one so young, but it sort of set the tone for my adult writing.
For a while, I lost my way, becoming a freelance writer and scribing titillating articles on boiler maintenance and oil changes, but now I’m back. The freelance gig is ongoing, as long as I still need to pay bills, but my heart is back where it belongs, solidly planted in fiction. Someday, I may even be able to leave the boiler maintenance behind!