“If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot.” Stephen King
I learned to read when I was three years old. The first novel I remember reading was “Valley of the Dolls” around the age of four. I didn’t understand it, but I read it, which was the story of my childhood. My mother made a valiant attempt to monitor what I read. Note that I write “attempt.” She quickly realized that I was relentless in seeking out every written word I could find and gave in to the inevitable, although she was known to wince when a cousin busted eight-year-old me with a racy Sidney Sheldon paperback (which I’d already read) or I had nightmares after reading “Lord of the Flies.”
I was six and learning printing in the first grade when I realized that I now had the power to write my own stories. I’m fairly certain that the first story I wrote involved Batman and Batgirl, since I had an extreme Batgirl fixation and thought Adam West was dreamy. By the way, the Batgirl thing has nothing to do with the current color scheme on the site. Nope, nothing at all.
Being a teenager in the eighties meant that I grew up in the age of big, sweeping, borderline–or just outright–trashy pop novels. Being a print addict meant that I read everything else too. I was just as likely to be found with a John Steinbeck classic as with a Judith Krantz sex-and-shopping romp (believe it or not, I’ll Take Manhattan holds up after all these years, right down to an obnoxious Donald Trump).
As my biography elsewhere reads, books and writing saved my sanity when I was younger and in darker places. Now life is much brighter. I’m a born-and-bred Jersey girl currently living in Orlando, Florida with my husband, aka my Beloved, and our cat Poe, named for Edgar Allan and not the guy from Star Wars or the main character in Kung Fu Panda. When not reading or writing, I enjoy cooking, watching hockey and baseball, and being an Anglophile and a history buff, which in Orlando means I know something about the city before Walt Disney showed up. I also enjoy a good museum prowl and have apparently become a bit of a Vincent Van Gogh fangirl in my old age, hence the large number of his prints on my walls.
So come hang out, it’ll be fun!