About

A little about me…

Well, I hate this part. I don’t know anyone who truly enjoys talking about themselves, except for maybe a few bullets I’ve dodged in the past. For me, writing has been what I knew that I wanted to do, from the moment  I sat down at my grandmother’s dining room table. When, after months of begging and admiring from afar, she finally took the ancient typewriter down from the shelf of that old farmhouse and set it before me. When I first felt the dusty keys clickety-clack beneath my fingers, I knew that I had found my passion.

Now, I won’t go so far as to say that I was belting out masterpieces at the age of six. Far from it. I started off writing poems, mostly about my family members (I did mention we lived on farmland…acquaintances were slim pickins’ ’round those parts in the good old days). Now, mind you, some of my little poems were not always well-appreciated, like the poems I used to make up about cantankerous old Aunt Bea (that’s right, I grew up in the country, and I had an Aunt Bea).

With a dad who is a Captain for the airlines, I grew up in the travel industry. I’m a country girl at heart, but I have a bit of a gypsy soul in me, and I have lived in many places over the years. From a small farm in Indiana to Florida’s sandy beaches, to the hills of Georgia, and the mountains of Wyoming. Most people don’t understand this way of life, but in my mind and in my heart, if I want to try something, I’d rather try and fail while I’m still young and free, than saddle myself early on and dream of far off places I wish I had had the courage to visit. I am inspired by the beauty of nature and the taste of adventure, but I am proud to call Florida my home. It is the only place that I truly miss in my heart, wherever I go.

But enough about my life…

I am creatively passionate, and I have had the pleasure of ghostwriting the manuscripts for several (top secret!) published works. I am currently working on my own gothic horror novel, and this one is all mine. There is something so pleasurable in holding all of your late-night, coffee-fueled, spaghettios-for-dinner hard work in your hands.