I am the youngest of six children born to a middle-class family in the rural southeastern U.S. in 1954. My parents held all of us to high standards in academics and conduct, and my mother particularly encouraged our participation in the arts, going so far as to take a job in order to pay for our instruction in music or dance. She also instilled in me a love of reading and encouraged me to write both prose and poetry. My father fully believed that his children could do anything; we were taught that there were no limits as to what we could accomplish.
After spending the majority of my life teaching others how to write, I decided to develop my own skills and check off the item at the top of my "bucket list." I wrote a book, took a large gulp, and self-published that book. More than that, I promised my readers that said book was the first in a trilogy, and I am more than half way finished with the second in the series.
When I first began to write, I wondered how I would ever finish the book. I feared that the well of my imagination might run dry. Now I sincerely hope that I will be able to complete the trilogy in only three books. My mind seems to be on fast-forward most of the time, and the ideas keep flooding my brain. I no longer can envision a time when I will no longer write.