As a child, I was mesmerized by storytellers and my mother always made sure she had a supply of books close at hand while I was growing up. Sitting on her lap and listening to her read is one of my earliest memories. I recall drawing pictures and making up stories to go with them. As I got older, my stories became longer and more fanciful. At age 10, I began to write them down and when I was 12, I handwrote my first “book” during rainy days in gym class. I had a small cult following of girls who waited for me to finish each page which I would then pass down the row. When I got a typewriter for my 13th birthday, I typed up my “masterpiece” and put it in a 3-ring binder. Having a typewriter, however, made it possible for me to write even more, which I did on a daily basis.
But, as happens to many young, aspiring writers, reality grabbed me and when I graduated from high school and headed to college then into the workforce, the dream of becoming an author washed away. It wasn’t until I turned 62 and experienced my 3rd job layoff that I decided to try and make my writing dream come true.
Writing has become an addiction to me, and I’m finding that ideas for other scenarios and characters keep flooding my brain, with the characters screaming, “Write about me! Write about me!” And, that’s what I intend to do.
Thus far, since 2014, I’ve written and published a 6-book time-travel romance series and a stand-alone dark erotic romance. I’m currently working on book #7 of my time-travel romance, taking my characters further back in history to 1815 Regency England.
Me at age 17