I began writing at the age of nine, far too young to know
better. I've always lived with other people inside my head,
so I'm at a loss when people ask me where I get my ideas.
Coming from a long line of smart-asses the way I do, I'm
always tempted to say "From the Idea catalog." Is that
better than admitting to a form of schizophrenia? The
in my head don't tell me to kill anyone, they tell me to
write. So I do.
On the outside, I live a rather normal life. I attended a
small country school, then a small community college where
I was the only journalism major. I promptly dropped out of
college and got a job at a trucking company, which greatly
expanded my knowledge of people in general and men in
particular. No, I wasn't a truck driver, I was an office
worker -- officially a secretary, though I did almost no
secretarial work. Somehow I ended up doing things like
payroll, dispatching, insurance, cost-control studies,
shipment tracing, and even -- when I got bored with the
color of the office -- a painter. I loved that job, and the
people with whom I worked.
I loved writing more, though. I got up at 3:45 in the
morning, got to work around 6:30, and was usually home by 5
p.m. I still had all the normal things to do at home:
laundry, dishes, etc. It was usually around 7 by the time I
got to the typewriter (which later became a computer), and
I would write until I was too tired to sit up any longer.
After a few hours' sleep I started all over again.
Eventually, though, the writing became more lucrative than
my day job, with more and more demands on my time, so the
day job had to go.
I met my husband at the trucking company; since we worked
together, that saved wear and tear on two cars. We bought
our first bass boat in 1979 and he began tournament bass
fishing, which was the start of another career for him. I
eventually quit work to write full time, and he quit work
fish full time. H'mm. I wonder who got the better deal. He
travels all over the country fishing on the B.A.S.S. pro
circuit, and most of the time I go with him. It is NOT an
easy or glamorous way to make a living.
Over the years, I've written just about every kind of
fiction except horror, which I avoid because it gives me
nightmares. Science fiction, fantasy, adventure, romance,
paranormal -- I've written it all. So far, the science
fiction and fantasy have been for my own entertainment. One
day -- who knows? I write whatever interests me at the
and I'm interested in almost everything.
I'm a morning person, and a mountain person. I like the
beach, but I'm happier in the mountains. I need to at least
SEE a mountain. I wake up disgustingly early, usually
dawn. My office faces the east, so it's bright with morning
light. I like to work in one place -- my office. In fact,
it's difficult for me to work anywhere else, because a
change of location splinters my concentration. Once I moved
my desk from one wall to another -- in the same room -- and
couldn't write a word for almost a month.
I love writing so much that, if I never sold another book,
I would still write. Those people would still live inside my
head, their stories swirling and coalescing until I have to
get them out. The satisfaction of telling their stories is
intense. Some stories aren't as interesting as others. I've
never yet written anything with which I was satisfied. The
written word, and my talent, does not measure up to the
stories as they are in my head. So I keep trying, and maybe
one day I'll get it right.