When I was a kid I wrote and "published" my first book, The Antique Cat.
In that debut "novel," which was written by hand, illustrated with crayons, and bound with Elmer's glue, that antique feline heirloom killed my protagonist's family.
Needless to say, I haven't written another.
The only other thing I've excelled at with any sort of longevity is running. I've run 20 marathons, nearly 60 half marathons, and still have two good knees.
I'm an anxious introvert, but I don't know which came first - the anxiety or the deep, deep desire to sit in a quiet room with no people.
I'm a cat lady in my soul, and have a pit bull mutt named after everyone's favorite Ravenclaw.
My talented and handsome husband is the architect of this fine website, as well as the other half of our perfect toddler.
I'm a mom, in case you haven't noticed. I take a lot of pictures of him.
Grammar is my true life's calling. My ability to use words has paid the bills for 16 years. I do not, however, get paid for this.
One day I'll write a better novel. Today is not that day.
