This is probably no surprise. I always wanted to be writer and I’m so grateful for the chance to fulfill my dream. Telling stories and creating story people is the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done.
My path started back in school. English (of course) was my favorite subject with history a close second. I loved when an assignment included writing a short story. I remember clearly one I wrote called The Sugar Bowl. It was about a colony of ants who decided to play a game of football in a family’s sugar bowl.
Then there was one about a squirrel who teased a dog to death until the dog finally had enough and taught the squirrel a lesson that he almost lived to regret.
But, my favorite things to write are western romances. These stories and the characters are so deeply embedded inside me. I feel I reach out and touch them. With them living in my head, talking and laughing and keeping me awake, it’s no wonder they become like family. I celebrate their joys and cry when they’re heartbroken.
I think sometimes about what I might’ve done if the writing bug hadn’t bit me. I know it would have something to do with books. I’d have been a librarian or bookstore owner. Libraries are magical places. As a child, I wanted to live in one. And I almost did because of the time I spent at the local library. I wanted to read every book and discover all the worlds and the people on each page. Books opened up new schools of thought and I learned about what true love was from stories I read. Books are everything to me, no doubt about it. If I haven’t convinced you, you should see my bookshelves!