I really don't lead a very exciting life, so there isn't much
to tell about me. I am married with one cat that thinks she needs to be
the center of attention whenever I am on the computer. My husband is my
biggest supporter and fan, and always has been.
I have been making up worlds as far back as I can remember.
Whether it was a pretend language and planet for my baby cousin, a play
for my high school, or stories to entertain myself at night when I
couldn't sleep, I have always enjoyed making other worlds come to life.
I grew up reading anything and everything I could get my hands
on. It didn't matter if it was beyond or below me in years, I read it.
I swear I am the only person I know that read All Quiet on the Western
Front before eighth grade. And, no, I don't remember any of it,
probably didn't understand all of it either. The point was it was
something to read. I probably got it somewhere for a dime, and it was a
big book, something to keep me entertained.
My mother used to buy books for me at yard sales. I remember
Harlequins being sold at at them for pennies a copy. They were cheap,
they kept me busy, my mom bought them. By the time I was in Junior High
I had graduated to "smut books" as a friend called them, and in high
school I eventually moved away from romance.
It took me a long time to get back into romance, but I have
since found that the genre has changed. There are still those bodice
rippers/forced seduction/dubious consent/capture fantasies, but then
there are other kinds.
The ones where the woman knows what she wants and goes for
it. Where a woman doesn't depend on a man to rescue her or to be the
answer all her prayers. The ones where there is no doubt in your mind
she wants what is going to happen, and she is going for it with all her
gusto.
Those are the kind I write.