The hardest story to tell so often is the one that begins and ends at your doorstep. The story of yourself. I have never thought there was much to say on the subject of “me.” I can weave worlds out of thin air and crawl inside of them, revealing to my reader every dark secret of the universe in which they exist. I can mold characters from stardust and daydreams, giving them life and substance that makes them feel as real in their essence as you or me. Opening up my inner universe and talking about myself is another matter entirely and not quite so easy. I have always observed the world around me. I have spent little time observing myself. But I will do my best to offer you a peek into my inner chamber.
I am unconventional in my writing approach. I do not create outlines or story arcs. I let the story begin and sweep me away. I never know where it will lead or where it will end until the last page is written. I tend to write in the wee hours of the morning, when all is quite. I like the silence because the worlds I create are boisterous, and they need the space to breath and expand. My writing companion is my little Pommy, Sassy. She is ever faithful in her duties. I have a full time day job that helps pay the bills, but my writing is my passion. So early morning is my time. My stolen hours of bliss.
Ever since I was a little girl, I was creating other worlds and imagining unique characters plunging into unforeseen adventures. Writing was who I was. An extension of myself.
Books were always surrounding me as a child, and when I wasn’t buried nose deep in the pages of one, I was searching through the shelves of the secondhand bookstore that was just up the road from our house. I still have most of the books I purchased from those days, tucked away on my shelves like the old friends they became. Well loved. Well read.
My greatest hope as a writer is to bring joy to my readers. I have often imagined the day when some book scavenger, digging through the stacks of a secondhand bookstore, finds one of my titles and considers it a “treasure” worthy of collecting. My novel becoming a well loved, well read book. That would be true success and a story worth telling.