I grew up a "military-brat." Both of my parents were in the military, so I had some strict parents! My mom always preached to me how important a good education was, so good grades were expected in my househould. So, although I attended three different high schools in two different countries, I was still able to graduate from High School in the Top Ten percentile of my graduating class. I also graduated from both undergratuate and graduate school with distinction.

After obtaining my Master's Degree and working as a Revenue Officer for the U.S. Treasury for my first full year, I realized that all of the things I had accomplished in my life up to that point was for everyone but myself. Sure I was proud of where I was at in my life, but I still didn't feel like I had lived my life for me, yet. Rather, I had been doing what it took to make the people in my life happy and proud of me. I had achieved the accomplishments they had set forth for me, rather than working towards my own goals. So, twenty-four years into my life, one diploma, two degrees, and a secure job later...I felt as if my life was missing something so essential to my happiness in life, but I just didn't know quite what it was.

Labor Day 2007 rolled around, and it was the first September since before I started preschool that I didn't have to start new classes for a new school year. It was the first time in my life since I could remember that I wasn't in school. I almost didn't know what to do with myself. I had all this free time on my hands, and not a clue what to do with it. And writing a novel had always been my lifetime goal, but I figured that it would be something that I did during post-retirement during my golden years. But Labor Day 2007 rolled around, and I found myself sitting in front of my computer ready to do the one thing that I always wanted to do in life: write.

I started writing my first novel, Secrets Unveiled, that day. I started off with one simple idea: a girl with a secret past that had finally caught up with her. Nothing more than that. And I continued writing, nearly everyday. I began to crave and yearn to just write. Nothing in this world was more intriguing to me than writing, and it was all that I wanted to do. I had never felt like that about anything before, so I knew that I had finally found my passion in life. And it only took my twenyt-four years to find it. But since finding it...I've fallen head-over-hills for it, and I know that nothing in this world will ever compare to writing to me.