My first memory of writing are of my three-year-old self sitting at the sunny kitchen table with my mother, writing long letters to my Nana. I wrote my letters in red crayon; my mother wrote her letters in pen.
I had no idea how to read or write at that point, so when I was done, I’d ask my mother to read what I’d written. My mother read my long, elaborate, and extremely insightful letters aloud. Three-year-old me sat back and listened, full of awe. I’d written all that? I was so amazed and impressed, I was hooked for life.
As I grew up, I continued writing stories, scenes, journal entries, notes to friends in class, and, when I got older, maybe a love letter or two. I studied biology and math at university.
Now, the bulk of my time is spent teaching high school, taking care of my family, and spending time with loved ones, including my husband, three kids, two step-kids, two dogs, and cat. Together, we enjoy camping, going on hikes to collect rocks, worms, sticks, or whatever, playing board games, watching shows, and of course, reading books.
Though I still write letters (usually in the form of emails) to my loved ones, I’ve also taken on greater challenges. I now write middle grade and YA fantasy novels, YA science fiction, adult science fiction, and adult thrillers.
All in my spare time of course…