I learned to express myself through writing at an early age. Being number five in a line of eight children, I needed to be creative if I wanted to be heard. The others, possessed a more outgoing nature, and fought for the limelight, determined to get the attention they needed. Me, I wasn’t a fighter.
I smile when I remember the antics of my siblings as they seemed to race each other in an attempt to steal the show; riding a mini bike through the backdoor and down the steps, running away and hiding out for three days, or running into the garage door with a car. I couldn’t compete with that.
So when the chaos started, I escaped into a world they didn’t know. In a quiet corner or out beneath a tree, my mind would explode with adventure and ideas. I’d travel into faraway lands and accomplish the impossible. Whether through a daydream, a book, or the power of pen, I ventured into unseen trouble and emerged the hero.
Time passed and life stole my time. Instead of writing stories, I read them to my three children and told them to the nieces and nephews when we’re together. My passion stayed strong.
My husband and I are empty nesters after thirty four years. I now have time to write the stories that have filled the pages of my life. It frees my soul to be able to get lost in another world when I pull out my pen. I’ve recently finished a novella, and I am excited about traversing the road to publication this year.
When I’m not writing, I’m a member of the Nightwriters writing group, a writer’s accountability group, and a member of two critique groups. Online I connect with other writers and authors as a member of ACFW, the Kentuckiana Authors, twitter and facebook.
I’ll never tire of the amazing world, pulled up at a moment’s notice, to send me on an incredible journey where anything can happen.