I was born in Pasadena, California and I’m nearing a point in my life where people are going to start calling me the little old lady from Pasadena. If you don’t get the reference that means I’m older than you.
When I was growing up, my dad read to us at night—Treasure Island, and The King of Ireland’s Son. Rich tales full of adventure. As I grew older I started telling myself stories in bed at night as I was falling asleep. I loved making them up and I knew at a very young age that that was what I wanted to do with my life. I was very fortunate having parents who loved books and encouraged me to follow my dreams.
I wrote my first novel in 1977. I think I have a copy of it in my filing cabinet somewhere. It has probably sprouted roots by now and deserves to stay in the filing cabinet for it is full of first novel mistakes—we all have to start somewhere. However, I’ll never forget the thrill of completing that first story. Dan Aykroyd said it best in The Blues Brothers 2000: “No pharmaceutical can surpass the high you get when the band’s grooving and the place is jumping” or words to that effect. That is so what writing is like when it comes together.
After college I made a short detour into the oil business, then returned to my first love, children’s books. I learned how to work with printers and reproduce my artwork. By 1988, I was getting freelance jobs as an illustrator. In 90’s I realized I had better learn the computer fast or I was going to be out of work in another year or so. I have to say I don’t miss pasting up boards anymore. And thank God I could throw away my French curves and Rapidographs. Plus being able to write directly on the computer meant I no longer had to retype a page because I wanted to change a sentence. My editing really suffered during those years. Now I can move paragraphs and whole scenes with a mouse click. I’m in heaven.
I live in Denver, Colorado, about ten minutes from downtown, though you’d never know it. My house is surrounded by wildlife, which is heaven for my dog, Bo. He’s looking out the window at a bunny on my patio which is why he’s not smiling for the camera. He’s a hunter and has killed several bunnies, squirrels, a vole, and a mouse, proudly presenting them to me. I can’t complain about the mouse. He caught it in the house before it could dash behind the fridge. However, I’m thinking of arranging a predator intervention. This area is a junkie’s paradise for him. There are rabbits, coyotes, foxes, great horned owls, red tailed hawks, magpies, mallard ducks, Canada geese, and deer, to name a few of the local residents. I’m just glad he hasn’t developed an affinity for skunks, like my previous dog did. Poor Buster got skunked three times trying to make friends.
I love looking out my sliding glass doors and seeing nature. I took this picture of the doe and her fawn from that same door. They were looking in at me and luckily, for once, the battery in my camera was charged.