“I am neither a man nor a woman but an author.” – Charlotte Bronte
I can write about Dragons, travel to other worlds, converse with sentient computers, but writing about myself leaves me struggling for words. I am like everyone else, I work, raise my children, spend time with family and friends, but I also find it normal to have conversations with characters in my head while going about my day. Okay, maybe not so normal.
My characters are far more interesting than I am, have back stories that fascinate me, say and do things I can only dream about and hopefully come to life on a page. If I have done my job well as a writer then you, as the reader, feel the weightlessness of space, find it natural to discuss books with a Dragon and root for the hero to win the girl.
I am a dreamer, first and foremost, I always have been and I am driven to write every spare moment I can find.
Who am I? I am a mom, I hold down a full time job, I have a circle of friends I adore, I am an avid reader with eclectic tastes.
I am a writer.