I’ve been writing stories since I was a preteen. My best childhood memories are going to the library with my grandmother every Saturday morning and picking out a stack of books to read. I can even remember my father reading bedtime stories to me when I was very small, my Little Golden Books getting well-worn.
As much as I like photography and light, my world is made of words. I see words. I am more comfortable with written communication and as a young girl, I learned many “two dollar words” – that is, words that would surprise the adults around me because understood them. I would search for big words, try to grasp their meanings, devour them for later use.
There are stories inside of my mind, all a bit tangled up and equally fighting for my attention. I’m still learning how to sort all that out into something other folks would like to read.
Right now, I’m concentrating on an urban fantasy that may or may not be Young Adult (the main characters are in their early teens) but can fall into other genres, too. This is a story I’ve been working on for nearly ten years. It’s time that others get to read it.