I have always loved stories – telling them, writing them, reading them. Growing up, my parents never had to look very far to find me. Usually I was curled up somewhere – a comfy chair, my bed, outside – reading. My favorite genres were fantasy and mystery, but I’d read anything as long as it transported me to another place or time.

When I got to what was then called junior high – today’s middle school – I took refuge from an awkward pre-teen social life in writing stories. Really bad stories in which I, the heroine, triumphed over everything. In my fantasy world I could be anything I wanted to be: beautiful, witty, popular, tough, and cool. All the things I wasn’t in real life.

I’ve been asking myself for years what I wanted to be when I grew up. I’m not sure I’ve grown up, but the answer hasn’t changed: I want to be a writer. I’ve finally completed the first draft of my first novel manuscript – a mystery novel, something dear to my heart. I’m still a ways away from publication, but I’m working on it.

In the meantime, I’m raising my kids and working a day job. In between I’m working on my fiction and I write my blog. Sometimes the blog is about writing, but sometimes it’s just about what I’m thinking and feeling. Take a look; I hope you find something you like and would love to hear your thoughts as well!