My background is basically white... snow white, in fact, having grown up where we say we have eight months of winter and two months of bad sledding. That's not really true, though, now that I've lived away from my roots for ten years, I recognize the beauty of having four distinct seasons, and two sets of tires for our cars.
I wasn't athletic like my older brother, or mechanically-inclined like my younger brother, or pretty like my sisters (although I DO look pretty good in the right shade of eye make-up), so my equalizer has always been my ability to write. Most of my writing has been reports for my job, but I've been told I write the most entertaining reports in the company, so that's something, isn't it?
I try to prove to myself and anyone who'll listen, that just because my parents are still together after fifty-three years, and I've never crashed my car off a cliff in a drunken or drug-induced state, I might still have some stories to tell that could hold a reader's interest until they got to the gift coupon at the end of my book for a Mojito on the beach.
I try not to tell too many people that I don't read nearly as much as a good writer should, and when they mention their own literary influences, I shake my head in agreement, and then run off to look that person up on the Internet to see what genre they write in. I started writing to distract myself from the bitter cold while I was milking a big old holstein cow when I was a kid, and found out that chicks dug a good romantic poem, so I kept at it.