Despite a grade school career aptitude test that indicated farming would be my best bet, I always knew I wanted to be a writer. My very early works include “MY POMES,” a grade school poetry chapbook rampant with unicorns and misspellings, and a torrid tween cowboy romance which my editor/mother asked me to revise and resubmit, changing the “lovers” to “soul mates.”
After close to a million final draft words and nearly triple digit rejections, I sold my first novel, an urban fantasy romance, thanks to the 2007 Rose City Romance Writers’ Golden Rose writing contest.
I live in the Pacific Northwest where the potential for up to 120 days in a row of measurable precipitation keeps me at my computer. Like many writers, I live in my head, so I appreciate interaction with people whose dialogue I don’t have to make up and revise for clarity.