A. K. Michaels

I have always loved words. Always had my head stuck in a book. Much to the chagrin of my long suffering husband. He would sometimes have to physically give me a poke if he wanted me to listen to him sometimes. I have always had stories in my head and started to write them (or type them) as a kind of therapy. I have OCD and my therapist would listen to all the weird and wonderful things in my head. One day she asked why I didn’t write them down. I was reluctant at first – my head is a scary place to be! However, once I started, it just didn’t stop and before I knew it I had quite a few books. My next obstacle was actually letting someone read them. This took me a while but eventually I let my daughter and sister have a peak. They loved them and urged me to do something with them. What? No – I was terrified of that.

Again I was more than a little reluctant but started to look into things. I trolled and trolled the internet getting as much info as I could. Found a lovely guy who does my covers. Took a huge deep breath and pressed publish. It was one of the scariest things I’ve ever done!