I hadn’t expected to write stories. I wrote one as a teen, and a friend gave me exactly what I asked for–an honest critique. I wasn’t capable of setting my ego aside then to look at the work, and decided I could never write. So I didn’t.
One spring, I attended a writer’s conference. Not to write–I didn’t think I could–but to reconnect with a friend. People asked me what I wrote, and I wasn’t prepared for the question. “First lines,” I answered. “Just first lines.”
Now I’m in the middle of my third manuscript, and have published several short stories. Who knew I could write last lines too?
I lead a pretty simple life. I’m married to a man who treasures me and now I’m mature enough to realize what a blessing that is. Together, we care for our home and our cats. We enjoy travel, but we like being within our own walls too. I love that we have created a sanctuary together.
I enjoy cooking. Usually I view recipes as general guidelines, and seldom follow them. Baking is another matter–I almost always use a recipe, at least the first time. Although, perhaps I don’t measure as precisely as I should. Recently I’ve discovered canning. My grandmother was a major influence in my life, and this simple activity of harvesting and preserving reminds me of her. The memories are gentle, though I miss her often.
I studied music–flute and singing–and I enjoy playing the piano for myself. As a member of Toastmasters, I developed and embraced skills in speech craft. When I’m not writing, I dabble in photography, though I dislike manipulating the images afterwards. Unless otherwise noted, all of the pictures on this blog are mine. I’m happy to share them–but please, don’t steal my stuff.