: About Me

I remember my first book when I was nine. It was a school project. I wrote a spin off of "Jack and the Beanstalk" called "The Little Guy in the Big Castle". I still have the book, it's contact-papered cardboard covering binded the small pages together. I remember how proud I was to write it and how at that point, the spark of creativity came to me. I began to write stories of my classmates just for fun and remember the feeling of pure joy I had when some classmates would come to me and ask, "So, am I gonna be in your next story?"

I've been writing for over twenty years now. The spark has dimmed a few times over the years as frustration over not being "discovered" took it's toll. But that urge keeps coming back until I can't ignore it, even though at times I wished I could. It's like being addicted to some sort of drug. I keep wanting it, no matter how hard I try to say my life is too busy for it.

I like to write about things in my life, however, my true love is fiction. I have a thing for suspense, science fiction, thrillers, and the occasional flight of fantasy. I continue submitting my work and I still get frustrated. I would like to meet the writer who says it isn't.

For now though, I keep chasing that dream. I will keep writing.

My passion is ...

my children and my writing.

I know too much about ...

nothing. I can never know too much!

My parents always told me ...

to follow my instincts.

My childhood ambition ...

was to have novels published.

My favorite memory ...

is the birth of my boys.

Why I write ...

to vent, to pass on information, to tell my story, and to live beyond my physical years.

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

I love suspense and thriller novels. I listen and watch a variety of things as far as television and music.

My first job ...

was cleaning my church when I was fifteen.

My best moment ...

after seven years thinking I couldn't have children, I had two within two years. No fertility drugs!

My inspiration ...

life and everything about it.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Science fiction

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The Water People It's everyone's right, everyone who sees The vastness of the oceans The continuous widening of the sea It occurred to them that when the land fell They should find someway to survive The new Earth they called hell And live as they might With each trembling breath They cough the whole night With a disease they call death But the sun dawns As it does every day And they ride along rough wind Going along their way And this cycle they know they're keeping Because it a dim future where the cruel waters Are never, ever sleeping

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