I am essentially a vagabond.
Born in Washington state, I moved across the country at the age of four, because my parents decided to try homesteading in northern Maine. This was where I learned to read, once my father managed to pull my attention away from my favorite climbing trees and endless batches of kittens.
Reading opened my eyes to a whole new set of worlds…the Swiss Alps of Heidi…Trixie Belden’s hometown of Sleepyside-on-Hudson… And eventually, Pern…Valdemar…the Enchanted Forest. I didn’t give up climbing trees, though…I just took my books up with me and read in the cool, shady woods.
Since then, I have lived in eastern Maine, Great Lakes, Florida, Okinawa, Utah, and Washington state (again). I currently reside in Colorado, but it doesn’t feel like home to me. I don’t know if that’s because I miss Maine, or if the truth is simply that I live most (and happiest) inside those seductive realms of fiction. I don’t, however, miss the mosquitoes and black-flies of the Maine woods.
My work life has been as varied as my living situations. I have been a fast-food clerk, newspaper delivery-person, electronic technician, mail clerk, banquet server, clerk in a fabric store, bookkeeper, grocery store stocker and cashier, customer service representative, nanny, house-cleaner, tax preparer, and postal employee.
I always felt a little out of place, because I didn’t have a clear idea of my future. I never planned for a career, and so I ended up doing whatever job I could find at the time. Now, of course, I realize that my patchwork career has been ideal for only one thing…being a writer. Because other than my family, the only consistency in my life since middle school was this…I read everything I could get my hands on…and I wrote stories.
They weren’t very good stories back then…but I had so much fun writing them. I wrote, and I read, and it didn’t matter much what else was going on in my life…if both of my best friends moved away in the same year, and I had no one to talk to at school…if I moved to a new school, and was constantly teased…if I was alone in a strange country with no transportation and no idea how to find anything. If I could find the library, I would get through whatever was going on in my life.
I still live through stories, although I sincerely hope my writing has improved significantly since middle school. I write the stories I love, and the characters I find interesting and fun. I write fairy tales and clean romances, because they both contain magic and adventure without too much of the darkness that is so ubiquitous in our world today. I write because I think the world needs more happily-ever-afters. I write because I can’t even imagine life without writing.