Retiring from teaching High School Science and moving to a secluded ranch in Central Texas has freed me to write until I just can't stand it any more...I am still looking for that point and I do not really think I'll find it. I have been frustrated by lack of time to write. Many hours of driving teenagers to their sports and academic events across Texas have, in addition, bred multiple plot lines for novels and writing topics. These have made it quite clear that they will continue to bounce around my feeble, little brain until I put them on paper. Further, I lost my captive audience when I left teaching. So, I write for my mental health.
I may be slowed down a little by frequent requests from my husband to climb into the pit of the tractor and help him on the ranch. Besides, the Ninja act I do with a big stick to keep the cows out of the barn while my husband unloads feed is really good exercise.
My husband and I have one published book. The title is 'Weapon of Jihad' and it was published in 1999. It was supposed to be fiction, but on 9/11 parts of it became prophecy. I guess we based it on way too much fact. Researching the topic for the book, we could plainly see what could happen. We were attacked shortly after publication for writing a "paranoid, McCarthyistic" book by a radio host during an interview. We were told that nobody would dare attack the mighty United States. The book is about the use of Smallpox as a bioweapon. The main plot can still happen.

My passion is ...

writing fiction

I know too much about ...

ghosts

My parents always told me ...

be in by 10

My childhood ambition ...

astronaut

My favorite memory ...

going to Star Trek Conventions in Las Vegas

Why I write ...

driven

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

science fiction

My first job ...

model

My inspiration ...

God

Creative Writing > Memoirs My unusual garden story about weeds or pests

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The garden was to be a family event, so I pretended to know what I was doing as the children helped me plant everything we could think of. Each day, we went out in the evening and looked around to find little green shoots popping up along the rows we had carefully formed.

We celebrated as the first blooms appeared on the tomato plants and squash. The first bell pepper was loudly announced. In short, the children were very excited about every little new thing in the garden.... except the yellow jackets!

It was so frustrating. We would come into the garden happy to look for blooms...

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