Not sure whether to be proud of my tenacity or embarrassed to be so long at something with so little to show for it, but I’ve been writing fiction for the last ten years. I wrote my first full-length novel at the age of seventeen after reading a poorly written romance novel and thinking, “I could TOTALLY do that.” And, I totally did.
A few years later, I realized that a poorly written romance novel wasn’t exactly what I wanted propping up my tombstone. So, I started reading the classics, reading books on the craft of fiction, reading bestsellers in my favorite genres—basically reading everything I could get my hands on.
And writing. Lots of writing.
Over the last few years I completed two other novels, and after a long process of revision and self-doubt, I’m finally ready to begin my forays into the professional world.
I live, as the back covers always say, with my supportive and crazy-talented-artist husband in Plymouth, Michigan. Also residing with us are my two houseplants, Geraldine and Edwin.