When I was nine years old I asked my parents for a typewriter for Christmas. Santa didn't dissapoint and I was the proud recipient of a bright orange typewriter. I started wrting way back then and when I wasn;t writing I was spinning a yarn as my grandmother used to call it. 

Writing stories was a thrill and I always dreamed of writing a book. I got married young had kids and spent the better part of twenty two years being a mother, a dutiful wife, someones, employee of the year and when I had a free moment I would dream and compose stories in my head.