When my brother drowned in 1977, I was eleven years old. I watched him go under. I began writing to cope.

In 1978, my English teacher held my crumpled papers up in front of the class and proclaimed, "This! Now this is a story!" And there began my journey.

I've been writing for years, of course. I've only just now gathered the courage to get really serious about writing. I'm not sure that I want to "break out" into the Children's Book genre but that's what seems to come out of me the most.